Wilhelm fell asleep as well after a couple minutes, resting on his side, facing the wall.
Pheasant Brook (O/O with Icarus!)
Connor fell asleep, curled up on his stomach.
(timeskip?)
(Yeah! I'll get it if you want!)
(Sure!)
He gradually stirred awake as the (metaphorical) rooster crowed. Wilhelm glanced first outside the window, squinting and partially covering his eyes to block out the brightest sunlight. He sat up, trying to force himself fully awake to start the day.
Connor was still asleep, curled up in his bed with the blankets tangled around his body. His red hair was an absolute mess, unruly and sticking up everywhere.
Wilhelm looked over at Connor to see if he was awake. No. The sight of his wild red curls was enough to make Wilhelm's heart threaten to melt, but he pulled himself away to get dressed for school.
Connor let out a sleepy little sound, rolling over, one arm draping off the bed, those thin, pale fingers dangling towards the ground.
The noise caught Wilhelm's attention. "Are you awake?" He glanced over at Connor. No, again. He felt more than a little creepy looking at the other boy while he was asleep. "Good morning?" He tried, walking over to Connor's bed while fixing his tie.
Connor cracked an eye open, looking up at Wilhelm. "Unggg." he grumbled. "Ah dinnae wanna get up." he rubbed his face with one hand.
"That's tragic, Connor, but you still have to." Wilhelm stood over his bed, still trying to get his tie fixed. For whatever reason, it just didn't want to cooperate today.
He whined softly, shaking his head a little bit. "Dinnae wanna." he grumbled.
"Come off it.." Wilhelm insisted, giving up on his tie for the moment's being and leaving it draped around his collar. "I didn't either, and yet."
Connor whined again, curling up into a little ball on the bed. "Tha's because yer perfect." he grumbled under his breath. "Us normal humans dinnae get up so Early."
Wilhelm's face tinged a pale rose at that. "I'm.. not perfect, Connor." He snorted lightly. "You know the rest of the school gets up around this time too, don't you?"
"Well they aren't normal humans either." he grumbled again, squirming a little bit and peering up at Wilhelm.
"Hm." Wilhelm's voice had a bit of humor to it, but given that it was the early morning, not a whole lot was there. "Whether or not I'm a normal human, you still have class. Come on, get up."
Connor grumbled, sitting up and rubbing at his face. "Hnnggg." was the only thing he said in response, looking around for his clothes.
"Mmm. Riveting argument." Wilhelm teased, stepping up to his mirror in attempts to finally get his tie tied. His headache had left, thank god, otherwise he'd probably be stuck fumbling around with it like a cat batting a ball of yarn.
Connor sighed loudly, finally finding his clothes and starting to get dress, a soft groan leaving his mouth. "Ah dinnae wanna." he grumped again.
"I'm well aware." He responded, finally getting his necktie straight with a triumphant Aha! "But believe me, this won't kill you. You'll get used to waking up this early eventually."
"Noooo." he complained, buttoning up his shirt. "Ah won't. 's goin' tae cause m' Death, an' then yeh'll be sorry. Sorry fer makin' me get up so early like some sort o' uncultured heathen."
"It won't kill you, first of all." Wilhelm rolled his eyes, unable to hide the tiny smile on his lips. "Second, pray tell, Connor, how does waking up at a reasonable hour make one uncultured?"
"It will kill me." Connor grumbled, searching around for his shoes and then putting them on. "An' it just does."
"Mhm. Again, I'm astounded by your arguments here, who are your sources?" Wilhelm put his shoes on as well, now spending his time preening in the mirror.
"Myself." Connor finished putting his shoes on, standing and yawning, stretching slowly.
(I’m so sorry about that gap! Some things in life took a fat nosedive, but I’m feeling better for the time being!)
“One of the most reputable sources, truly.” Wilhelm cracked another smile. He finally finished grooming his hair after what felt like hours to anyone on the outside, stepping away from the mirror.
(it's totally fine! Aw I'm sorry, Goblin)
"Obv'sly." Connor replied, yawning again and shaking his head slightly.
(It's all working itself out, thankfully! Thanks, Ice!)
Wilhelm grabbed his school bag, fishing through to make sure that he had everything with him before heading to the door. "Should we go, then?"
(that's good! You're welcome 🙂)
Connor looked over at him, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. "Mm. Fine. Ah still say tha' this'll be th' death o' me." He grumbled.