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“It’s all that little dog aggression, though. That’s what makes her such a good ratter.” Wilhelm declared, running his fingers through his curls.
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Connor smirked a little. "'s a shorty thing." he retorted, looking up at Wilhelm with a grin and a laugh.
“Is it? I don’t get that from you, but maybe I’m wrong.” Wilhelm had half a mind to ruffle Connor’s hair- although he decided against it.
Connor smirked a little bit. "Bu' yeh have no pissed me off, now have ye?" he replied. "An' besides, ah'm a Scotsman. We're known fer our tempers."
“Well, now I see my mistake.” Wilhelm laughed softly, scratching underneath the small dog’s chin. “I don’t doubt you’ve got yourself a temper, but I don’t know- I just can’t see you getting angry like that.” He shrugged.
Connor shrugged, petting the top of the dog's head. "Eh. No' angry enough to really hurt people, ah dinnae think. But ah've got a sharp tongue when ah want to. Ah'm no' big enough for physical fights."
Bonnie wiggles in Connor’s arms, trying to free herself. Chances are she smelled or saw a critter, whether it was a rodent or a bug was debatable. “Well, a sharp tongue can be useful. You considered doing debate? We’re known for our speech and debate team, you know.”
Connor gently set the dog down, and stood up straight again. He screwed up his face a little at the question. "Ah can't say ah have. But tha' might be fun, yeah. Ah'll check it out."
“They’re good. I’m not on it, but I knew some people that are. I think you’d be a good fit.” Wilhelm shrugged again, watching the little ratter scurry away.
Connor nodded. "Hm. Alright." He replied with a quick smile. "Sounds good. Like ah said, ah'll check it out."
Wilhelm went quiet. He didn’t really know what else to talk about- he didn’t know any of Connor’s interests, and he was certain Connor didn’t want to know about his own.
Connor snuck a sideways glance at him, and nearly slapped himself for it. Stop it! You have Jamie. Even if Jamie doesn't really…seem to want you anymore.
“Should we get dinner, then? Even if you don’t eat a lot, it’s still important for you to get a feel for how it works.” Wilhelm’s bottom lip caught in between his teeth for a quick second before he pressed his lips into a thin line. “You know?”
Connor nodded. "Yeah, tha' sounds good." He replied with a quick smile. "Le's go."
“To the dining hall it is, then!” Wilhelm declared rather triumphantly, making his way to the two large oaken doors. “Should be busy right about now, but we’ll see.”
Connor smiled, and followed Wilhelm. "Alrigh'." he replied, putting his hands in his pockets as he followed after the taller boy.
“..And, I was right.” The dining hall was bustling with life, leagues different from the dead-silent room from just a few hours ago. “Feel free to do whatever, I’m gonna check on something real quick.”
Connor smiled again. "Alright." he replied. He headed over to grab some food, weaving through and past taller boys.
“Hey, you bastards!” Wilhelm barked cheerfully, sticking his head in between a Claude and Romeo- who seemed to be have a heated, yet friendly, conversation (argument) over which of them would win in a fight.
Connor had to get in line for the food, and shoved his hands in his pockets as he waited, humming under his breath.
“You’re both fucking idiots- clearly I would win- uh-uh, before you interrupt, hear my reasoning: let’s see.. oh- right- I am better than both of you in every way possible.” Wilhelm smacked his hands on the table, sitting down. He glanced behind him every so often to look for Connor and wave him over.
Connor finished getting his food, and looked around, unsure if he should find Wilhelm, or just sit somewhere random. He pursed his lips a little.
Wilhelm stood up, flagging Connor down and beckoning him over. Romeo and Claude were still at each other’s throats, this time the argument dissolving into incoherent snarling and finally ending with an arm wrestle (Claude was the victor). “Calm down, you two, for the love of god. You’re gonna scare everyone off!” He lightly hit the two of them upside the head, sitting back down in his wooden chair.
Connor came over, cautiously sitting down and watching Romeo and Claude with a raised eyebrow. "Are your friends trying to kill each other?" he asked curiously, looking over at Wilhelm.
“Yeah, maybe.” Wilhelm was incredibly nonchalant, given the situation at hand. He took a sip of Romeo’s water. “It’s what happens when you’re as bastard-like as them.”
Connor nodded a little. "Oh. Alright." He replied after a moment, taking a bite of his food.
Wilhelm winked at Romeo, who was now nearly berating him for drinking out of his glass. He turned to Connor, leaning back. “How’s the food?”
Connor shrugged. "No' terrible." he replied after he swallowed. "No' th' best, either." he chuckled softly.
“Yeah, that’s usually how it is. Aw, fuck. I forgot I have to study for my finals tonight..” Wilhelm groaned, rubbing his face.
Connor nodded a little. He frowned at that. "Oh. Ah can help, if yeh wan'. Or ah s'pose ah could also just be ver' quiet so yeh can study."