“No, no, it’s fine. Oh- you know what? something tells me you haven’t seen the ratter they keep in this place. You like dogs?” Wilhelm turned away from the window, now facing Connor. He slipped his hands into his pockets.
Pheasant Brook (O/O with Icarus!)
Connor looked up at him, and blinked. "Huh? Oh. No, ah haven't. And…yeah, sometimes." he replied, hands by his sides.
“This one’s really cute. Little.. Yorkshire terrier, I think? Name’s Bonnie. Sweet girl.” Wilhelm smiled, shaking his head. “Keeps the place mouse and rat free.”
Connor dipped his head in a nod. "Yorkie's are usually cute." he replied with a quick smile.
“You want to go see if we can find her before dinner? She’ll probably be hanging around the dining hall, like she always is.”
"Sure." Connor said with a smile, taking a few steps towards the door, then glancing over at Wilhelm again.
Wilhelm checked his appearance one more time before opening the door and slipping outside, holding it open for Connor. “She’s sweet. Little, though. It’s weird, I think, how a dog can be that small.”
Connor ducked out the door, and shrugged slightly. "Nowt wrong wi' bein' small." he replied with a light grin, gesturing to himself. "Unless you got a problem wi' 't?"
Wilhelm gave him a doggish smile, shaking his head. “What if I do?” He left the common room, leaning on the brick walls as he walked. “Hypothetically, of course.”
"Then I," Connor said grandly, "wi' b' requestin' a new roommate wot doesn't got a probl'm wi' short things an' people." He smiled at Wilhelm, chuckling softly.
“Oh, such melodrama!” Wilhelm cried, his tone joking. “If it make it any better, Connor, I just so happen to not have anything against short people. Or things. So don’t you worry about that, eh?” Wilhelm straightened his posture as they turned a corner. A little tan and black animal scurried down the hall, bobbing and weaving in between Wilhelm’s legs. “This, my friend, is Bonnie. The unofficial mascot of Pheasant Brook.” The boy picked up the little dog, whose docked tail was wagging violently.
Connor grinned. "A'right, a'right." He replied. At the sight of the dog, his smile widened. "She's adorable!" He said, reaching out to let the squirming little dog.
“Isn’t she? Such a sweet girl, too! Aren't you?” Wilhelm ruffled the dog’s fur, voice suddenly becoming babyish in the way that you’d speak to any animal.
Connor smiled a little at Wilhelm's behavior, and kept petting the dog. "Yeah." He agreed, running his fingers through the dog's fur gently.
“Got detention once for feeding her table scraps. Don’t regret a thing about it and I’d do it again, no issue.” Wilhelm moved a little closer to Connor, allowing him easier access to the ratter. “It wasn’t even anything bad for her, just eggs.”
Connor chuckled a little. "Well, ah can see why you'd feed her." He remarked. "She's adorable." He kept petting the little dog.
“Do you want to hold her? She’s light.” The little dog was limp in Wilhelm’s arms, nearly falling asleep. “She’s tired, I think. Long day of killing mice.”
Connor smiled, and gently took the dog from Wilhelm. "Alrigh'." He replied. He held the little dog gently, and began to pet her again.
“So.. I haven’t asked yet- what’s your class schedule like?” Wilhelm pet Bonnie behind the ears, looking down at Connor. “I might be able to give you some advice on dealing with the teachers.”
Connor hesitated. "Uhm…ah dinnae remember off th' top o' my head." He replied slowly. "Ah have a list ah can check when we get back t' the room."
“Sure, sure.” Wilhelm was quiet for a second. “When do you want to eat? Dinner closes in.. an hour and a half, I think.”
Connor shrugged a little, looking down at the little dog as he petted her. "Ah dinnae really care either way." He replied after a moment of thinking. "Ah dinnae need ta eat much."
Wilhelm nodded. “I understand. Used to be like that, then I took up sports and now I eat like a rabid animal, so there’s that.” He laughed, voice clear like a bell’s chime.
Connor laughed a little as well. "Well, 't isn't really like tha'. Ah'm just used ta not eatin' all tha' much. Not hungry much, either." He was used to avoiding the dinner table. Avoiding his uncle.
“Oh, I see.” Wilhelm glanced at the squirming dog in Connor’s arms. He was curious as to why, although he knew that was none of his business. He decided not to ask.
Connor buried his face in the dog's fur, smiling a little bit and stroking the squirming dog. He took a deep breath.
“You know, I think she likes you.” Wilhelm smiled at the sight of the interaction, going back to leaning on the old brick wall. “She hasn’t bit or scratched you yet, right? That’s a good sign.”
Connor laughed a little. "Well tha's good." He replied with a quick smile.
“And she’s picky about who she likes, too. Aren’t you, Bonnie?” Wilhelm was back to the baby for voice a short, short bit. He fully realized how ridiculous he looked, but it felt a lot more natural than talking to the dog in a normal way. “She’s no stranger to biting the absolute fuck out of some of these kids. She’s a literal ankle biter.”
Connor laughed. "I bet." He replied, petting her gently.
(Gtg to bed now. Good night!)