"Sure, uh- seems like you should see the cafeteria first, right?" Wilhelm looked at Connor and his hands and.. and.. fuck. His smile was cute. "Yeah, the cafeteria seems good."
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"Yes, that 'd probably be good." Connor replied. He fidgeted with his hands a little, then straightened out the hem of his shirt, leaving graphite stains behind on the white fabric. He glanced down at his shirt and let out a soft sigh. "Y'know…this 's probably the wrong shirt f'r m'."
"Ah.. yeah. Uh- I have an extra uniform sweater if you want it? It's school colors, so.. red." Wilhelm tilted his head, beckoning to his room. "It's dark, so pencil or something won't show as much."
Connor blinked. "Oh. That would b'…lovely, thanks." he replied. A faint blush flashed onto his cheeks for a moment as he followed Wilhelm.
"It's no issue." Wilhelm stepped back into the dorm, opening his small wardrobe to pull out a maroon woolen pullover. "Ah, here it is. Sorry if it's a little big, but it should do for now, yeah?" He handed it over, giving Connor a small smile.
Connor took it, and pulled it on. The sweater was indeed far too big, and draped around his slim body, the sleeves turning into sweater paws. He smiled a little bit, looking rather adorable in Wilhelm's too-big clothes. "Thanks." he said with a faint smile.
Wilhelm turned his head away, feeling his face flush. He wasn't sure why he didn't expect Connor to look so cute in that damned sweater. "Yeah, no problem. Should, uh- should we go now? To the cafeteria?"
(gtg to bed now. Good night!)
Connor tugged on the sweater to fix it a little. "Yes." he replied with another little smile. He ran a hand through his curls again, and followed Wilhelm out of the dorm.
(Goodnight! Also, I'm planning to have that one idea I had happen soon, just as a heads up.)
Wilhelm walked them into the halls, eyeing a few passerbys sharply. "Alright, it's- it's this way, Connor." He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing back at Connor. "The cafeteria's always hopping, just a heads up. It's not that loud, 'cause people here can't have fun, but the place is always full of students."
(alright cool! My own will take a bit longer to set up and do lol, but I'll warn you when it happens)
Connor nodded a little. "Well, thi' place is s'posed to be a place where yeh focus on academics an' stuff, righ'? So it makes sense tha' noone knows how ta have fun." He replied with a faint smile as he followed Wilhelm.
(alright! just a warning- there will be the use of slurs.)
“Well, sure. You’re not wrong- half the kids here are so focused on grades that they don’t even leave their dorms.” Wilhelm laughed, leading Connor into the cafeteria. It was packed, but nearly silent- students were studying more than they were eating.
“Gotta be quiet in here.. they’re easily startled, very skittish guys.” He whispered, giving Connor a boyish smile.
(alright, don't worry about it. I'm honestly a very chill RPer, with the only thing I will not RP being rape and pedophilia. Those are okay in backstory, but I will not RP them out lol. So really, just go for it)
Connor chuckled, then nodded. "Alright." He replied. He smiled back, and tugged on the Hem of Wilhelm's sweater again. It was far too big for his body, draping around him.
“Hey fag!” A boy barked from behind Wilhelm, his voice dripping with poison and malice.
Wilhelm whipped around. He stepped in front of Connor out of instinct.
“What’s wrong, Willy? Strike a nerve? Don’t know what I expected from a fairy like you. What’re you gonna do? Kiss me?” The boy hissed and snarled, his weasel-like features contorting into a sharp smirk.
Wilhelm lunged for the boy, getting swiftly pushed back by the aggressor.
Connor stepped out of the way quickly, eyes wide. He didn't know what to do. Or…or what to say, or…he flinched a little at the harsh names, remembering many instances where they had been used on him. "Can ye lae heem aloyn? He's tryin' tae shaw me aroond, an' Ah dornt want tae hae tae try an' carry heem." His accent was far stronger than normal as he spoke, words stumbling over each other with nervousness. "Fairy ur nae, he's bin kin' an' ah dunnae kinn mah way aroond yit. Sae please gonnae-no." He finished, knowing he couldn't physically help in this fight. Not with how small he was.
“Sorry, don’t speak Scot, mate. You wanna get your fag boyfriend to translate for you?” The boy sneered, jabbing a finger in Connor’s face.
“Bloody hell, Jack, lay off him! You don’t even know his damn name!” Wilhelm barked, smacking the boy’s finger away.
“Oh? And what are you gonna do about it, Kaiser?” Jack challenged, opening his mouth to say more before being cut off. Wilhelm had clocked him straight in the jaw, knocking him off balance.
Connor narrowed his eyes a little bit at that, crossing his arms uncomfortably. He spoke again, careful to enunciate and block out the Scottish burr that had crept into his voice. "Ah said to sto' it. Ah just go' here an' so far ah sure as hell ain't impressed wi' this place." He said to Jack, voice even and cold as he ignored the slurs and insults.
“I’m gonna fucking strangle you if you so much as look at me again, Jack.” Wilhelm hissed, gripping the aggressor’s shoulder. “You know I won’t hesitate to knock your teeth out.”
“You’re not fucking scary, Wilhelm.” Jack snarled, tearing his shoulder away from Wilhelm’s grip. “And don’t touch me. I can ruin your life.” The boy stalked off, massaging his hurt jaw.
“Fuck, Connor- I’m sorry you got dragged into that, it’s not your fight.” Wilhelm rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, the other one slipped back into his pocket. “Uh- if you still want the tour, we should probably move on. People are staring.” He beckoned to the rest of the cafeteria, whose eyes were glued to the source of the commotion.
"Feckin' coont." Connor muttered. He let out a breath, looking at Wilhelm. "Tour'd be ni'e, yeah. Are yeh alri'? And don' worry about tha', it wa'n't yer faul'." He raked a hand through his red curls, still wearing Wilhelm's sweater.
“Yeah, I’m okay. That bloke’s Jack. A real charmer, if you can’t tell.” Wilhelm put a hand on Connor’s shoulder, leading him out of the cafeteria. “Are you okay, though? He said some pretty nasty shit to you.”
Connor's eyes flickered a little at the touch, and he shrugged slightly. "Ah'll be fine. 've haerd worse." He replied with a tight smile. "Are yeh?" He glanced up at Wilhelm. "Wot he said about yeh was worse tha' anythin' aboot me."
“I mean, I’ve heard it all before. And it’s not like any of it wasn’t true, you kn-“ Wilhelm’s face drained of all color when he realized what he said. “I.. I didn’t mean to say that. I meant to say that it’s not like it was true, not- not that it..” His voice trailed off as he stumbled over his words. Wilhelm has completely forgotten about what Connor had said earlier, about how he wouldn’t mind or hate him.
Connor blinked a little. "Wilhelm." He said slowly. "Ah don' mind if you are, remember? Ah already said tha', an' I'm no changing m' mind." He wasn't about to out himself just yet though. Not when it was his first day here.
“Right, right- yeah, I remember now. Thanks, Connor.” Wilhelm gave him a small smile, glancing around the nearly empty hallway. “Forgot to mention we’re checking out the library now, but that’s where we’re headed. This is where simultaneously both all and none of the fun happens.”
Connor smiled back. "Yer welcome." He replied. He raised an eyebrow slightly. "Wha' d'you mean by tha'?" He asked curiously, looking at Wilhelm.
“All of the fun meaning that a lot of fights happen in here, none of the fun meaning that most of the time it’s just kids studying.” Wilhelm said simply, shrugging his shoulders. “You know? And it’s weird, half the fights here are over grades. And I mean actual fist fights, like with blood and injuries.”
Connor blinked a little. "Is tha' what yeh and yer friends broken noses 're from?" He asked, raising his eyebrows curiously. "Or is tha' from somethin' else?"
“Uhh- sort of? I got into a fight in the library, yeah, but I play rugby, so.. that’s pretty much why for all of us.” Wilhelm shrugged, pushing open the ornate library doors.
"Oh, alrigh'." Connor replied. He followed Wilhelm into the library, adjusting the sweater a little bit. It was too big, most definitely, but…that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
Wilhelm stepped into the library, glancing back at Connor. He really did look good in that sweater. Maybe he would let Connor keep it. It wasn’t like he didn’t have others, of course, so it made sense.
“Whaddya think of the place?” The library was gigantic. There wasn’t a square inch of the walls not covered in books, not including the dozens of shelves lining the floor.
Connor looked around with wide eyes. "Ah think that ah'll need to borrah some books." He replied with a grin. "Even if ah gotta fistfight somebody for 'em." He chuckled.