(exactly rubs hands together like cheesy evil villain genius)
Connor got dressed, and wrapped the towel around his shoulders over the shirt, to catch any drips from his hair. "Thanks." he said, putting his wet clothes somewhere to dry, along with the towel he had stood on.
(lmaooo)
Wilhelm nodded slightly, trying not to show how flustered he was. Even his hands shook a bit, but he didn’t really turn back to face Connor. “Y-yep, no problem.”
Connor sat down on his bed, his red hair still wet. He stretched.
I’ll be honest, I’m not sure I can ever look at him again. He admitted to himself, trying to wake himself up to the reality that every time he saw Connor, he’d have that mental image in his head. And that wasn’t really something he could handle.
(at least we knew wilhelm isn’t dramatic or anything)
Connor let out a soft hum, flopping backwards onto the bed and swinging his feet a little bit.
(who, Wilhelm? Dramatic? Never)
“..What were you doing in the rain?” Wilhelm finally looked over, his face significantly less red. “It’s cold, you need to sit in front of the fire or something- we can’t have you getting sick.”
(i’m shocked!)
Connor looked up. "Hm? Oh. Ah told yeh ah like th' rain." he replied with a shrug. "So ah was sittin' in 't."
“You were.. sitting in the rain.” Wilhelm shut his book, laughing a little. “Connor, you really are a character, aren’t you?”
"Yes." he replied. "Ta both." he smiled over at Wilhelm, still swinging his feet a little bit.
Wilhelm laughed and shook his head, rubbing his ring finger over an eye. “Wow. I’ve asked before and I’ll ask again, what am I ever going to do with you?”
"Hmm." He tapped his chin with a finger. You could kiss me? He blinked. No! Stop that! "Ah dinnae know."
“It seems that neither of us know, once again. Maybe it’s time we begin to come up with answers.” Wilhelm chuckled, running his fingers through his wild curls.
He hummed softly. "Per'aps we should." he said, laughing a little bit.
Here’s one: you could kiss me- no. He just lost James. Wilhelm mentally berated himself, although on the outside he simply looked contemplative. “..Mm, I can’t think of any. Tell me if you do, though.”
Connor smiled lightly. "Ah will." he replied, sighing softly.
(gtg for real now. Good night!)
(goodnight!!)
Wilhelm nodded, checking the tone on his watch. Nearly mid-evening. He leaned back for a few minutes, although he quickly got up to look out the window again, at the rain pouring down outside. “..I still can’t believe you went outside in that. Especially by choice. I don’t think you could give me a hundred pounds to do that.” He laughed, a smile like sunshine on his lips.
Connor laughed, then sneezed, shivering a little bit. "Ah think ah'm gonna regret it, though." he replied ruefully, shaking his head slightly and curling up to preserve warmth. "Bu' yeah. Ah like the rain."
“I think you already are regretting it. Jesus, Connor, you’re not sick, are you?” Wilhelm thought for a moment. “No, it wouldn’t show up that quick.” He corrected himself, although worry was plastered on his face.
"Ah would nae be sick so fast, no." Connor replied, wrapping a blanket around himself. "Ah'm just cold now."
“Is that going to be enough?” Wilhelm stood, handing Connor a blanket off of his own bed. “Here- this one’s particularly warm.”
Connor took the blanket, wrapping that around his body as well. "Ah'll be fine, ah think. Thanks." he said, looking over at Wilhelm.
“It’s no issue.” Wilhelm sat back down, looking at his nails. “Try not to get sick, okay? I’d hate to share a form with someone contagious.” He laughed, picking at an uneven spot on his nails.
Connor rolled his eyes. "Ah'll make sure ta sneeze all over ya, then." he replied teasingly, chuckling softly.
Wilhelm recoiled in disgust, although he didn’t stop smiling. “Ach, that’s so gross!”
He snickered, smirking a little as he looked over at Wilhelm. "Oh! An' cough on yer pillow." he added with a mischievous glint in his eye.
He rolled his eyes, a stupid grin still on his face. “God, that’s disgusting! Honestly, Connor, the second you get sick, I’m throwing you in the infirmary.” Wilhelm jabbed a finger at Connor, his tone still somewhat teasing.
"Yeh'll have ta catch me first." he replied with a wink, laughing.
“How hard could it be? You’d be sick, after all.” Wilhelm shrugged, pulling his pillow into his lap.
"Hmm, but ah could always sneeze if yeh got too close." he replied.
“..Damn. You’re right.” Wilhelm admitted, pursing his lips in thought. “Huh.”
