“Oh, come off it. Care to explain why my method is weird?” Wilhelm narrowed his eyes in faux-challenge.
Pheasant Brook (O/O with Icarus!)
"Yeh take nootes!" Connor threw out an arm. "Yer suppoosed ter jus' enjoy th' book, no' take foocking notes the whole go'damned time!"
“Oh, relax! It’s a book, not a goddamn speech, for god’s sake!” Wilhelm huffed, rolling his eyes.
"Exactly! Yeh take notes on speeches, bu' no' on books, yeh uncultured heathen!" Connor replied, grimacing.
“What kind of books are you reading where you don’t need to take any notes, huh?” Wilhelm pressed, leaning forward on his bed.
(Gtg soon)
"Hamlet!" He held it up. "Or…like…all of them! What books are you readin' tha' yer takin' notes?"
“Fiction. That explains it.” Wilhelm sighed. “I read nonfiction. Textbooks. Theory. Plant studies and things like that.”
"Gross." he said again. "Nonfiction. No wonder yer so backwards wi' how yeh read yer books."
“Oh, hush it.” Wilhelm snorted. “They’re interesting, Connor. Some of us like to learn.”
"Yeh can learn more aboot people when yeh read real books." Connor replied, wrinkling his nose.
“These are real books!” Wilhelm huffed, picking up a book on plant anatomy and showing it to Connor. “Don’t act so elitist!”
"Tha's no' a real book! Tha's an…an educational guide! Real books have stories to them!" Connor shook his head stubbornly.
“I think I have a dictionary here somewhere, give me a moment.” Wilhelm held up a finger to signify that the conversation was on pause until he dug it up from underneath his bed. “Ah. Here it is..” He shuffled for the page. “Care for me to read the definition of a book?”
Connor crossed his arms. "Yeh c'n read 't, bu' 't will nae change m' mind."
Wilhelm cleared his throat. “Ahem- quoth the raven, a book is: ‘a written or printed work consisting of pages glued or sewn together along one side and bound in covers’. Nowhere does that say that is has to be fiction.”
He stuck his tongue out. "Fine. Bu' yeh read th' wrong type o' books." he replied, shaking his head slightly.
“I don’t think that I am, no.” Wilhelm replied smartly with a shake of his head. “And if I’m going to make a sort of equivalency here.. one could say that I’m attracted to the wrong sort of person just how I read the wrong sort of books, but I don’t think that either are correct.” He didn’t know how well that argument would hold up- he hoped not well, that Connor knew that half of his ‘debate arguments’ were just dry jokes.
Connor squinted. "Ah'm attracted teh the same type o' people yeh are, so dinnae e'en start tha' up." he replied, shaking his head at Wilhelm.
“I had a feeling that one wouldn’t work.” Wilhelm snickered, flopping onto his back. He turned his head to look over at Connor. “But in all seriousness, what do you think so wrong with nonfiction?”
"It's gross." he replied, shaking his head again.
“..Gross. Okay. That’s.. an opinion to have, sure.” Wilhelm nodded knowingly, his expression indecipherable. “I can respect that.”
(Gtg soon)
Connor stuck out his tongue. "Fiction 's better." he said, wrinkling his nose a little bit as he looked at Wilhelm.
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“I know, I know. But fiction can’t teach me the same way nonfiction can.” Wilhelm sighed, rolling onto his side to made talking to Connor easier.
"Yes it can." Connor argued. "Yeh can still learn things through fiction."
“Sure, but not the same way.” Wilhelm repeated. “For example, it can’t show me the placement of the stamen on a tiger lily as accurately, can it?”
"Well no, but…but nonfiction is boring." Connor shook his head.
“Mmm. Well, for what it’s worth, I think most fiction is boring as well. Agree to disagree, I suppose?”
"Ah'll win yeh over eventually." Connor said, crossing his arms.
“If you say so.” Wilhelm chuckled, scratching his neck. “I’ll get you to appreciate nonfiction if it kills me.”
Connor snorted. "Never." he replied dramatically, shaking his head at Wilhelm.