“Eh.” Wilhelm shrugged, biting his tongue. “It could be worse, I suppose. Better than having to find a seat, not everyone in this damn hellhole thinks I’m as charming as I think I am.” He laughed a bit, but quickly cleared his throat and began speaking again. “It’s up to you, though.”
Connor shrugged a little bit. "Nah, ah'm really fine wi' anythin', Wil." He replied with a quick little smile. "Though if Romeo starts talkin' shit again, ah might throw somethin'. No' in th' mood for 't."
“Agreed. I don’t think I could suppress the urge to strangle the bastard.” Wilhelm laughed, his eyes sparkling with a kind of humor. He walked into the cafeteria, ears suddenly flooded with the loud chatter.
Connor nodded a little, mouth twitching in a faint smile. He looked over at Wilhelm. He blinked as they came into the cafeteria, and looked around.
“This way, then.” Wilhelm led them to the normal table, pulling out two chairs and taking a seat. Romeo’s eyes were sharp as he looked at the pair, but he said nothing.
(happy new year!)
Connor sat down, glancing at Romeo, then away again. He bit his lip a little bit. He didn't know if he should say anything.
“When’re the history exam scores getting released?” Wilhelm yawned, drumming his fingers at the table. He looked at Claude expectantly. “Aren’t they being posted outside her door?”
Connor was quiet, pulling out his sketchbook and thumbing through it for a moment. He lingered for just a moment at the picture of Jamie, then kept going.
“Yeah. Expect them next week, she said.” Claude grumbled, clearly annoyed at the time it was taking to get his grade back.
“Yeesh. Isn’t it a little odd to post them publicly anyway? Especially if someone bombs it.” Wilhelm shrugged, leaning back in his seat. He glanced over at Connor. “How do you think you did on the English exam?”
Connor blinked. "Me? Oh. Ah…did good. Ah hope ah did good, anyway." He chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair.
“I’m sure you did fine. The studying you did was pretty good, as far as I know.” Wilhelm shrugged, taking a sip of his water.
“What happened to your face, Connor? You’re looking.. colorful.” Claude beckoned to the paint on the Scottish boy’s face, a small smile on his lips. “Painting?”
Connor nodded. He looked at Claude. "Oh. Yeah." he replied, rubbing a hand over the paint on his forehead again, though that didn't seem to have any effect.
Claude nodded, taking a couple bites of his food.
“How’s your day gone, Dutch?” Wilhelm stretched, head tilted as he talked to Claude.
“Fine, fine.” Claude shrugged. “Nothing out of the ordinary.”
Connor got up to grab food, leaving his bag sitting on his seat. He didn't need to carry it around everywhere.
Wilhelm fiddled with his hands for a couple seconds before standing and walking to get food. He yawned, raking his hands through his hair.
Connor was still waiting in line, his red hair hanging down into his face again. He realized that he didn't know the location of the showers, and that he should probably find that out.
Wilhelm was a few people behind Connor. He was silent, his face a stony and cold mask.
Connor got his food and headed back to the table, plate balanced in one hand and his drink in the other.
Wilhelm came back a few minutes after Connor, sitting back down. He set down his plate, eating like a ravenous wolf in the winter. Claude seemed used to the sight, still picking at his food every few minutes.
(Didn't you say you had a plan involving Claude? Or am I remembering things wrong? I have a terrible memory sometimes, so…sorry lmao)
Connor ate calmly, glancing at Wilhelm for a moment as the German boy devoured his food, then returning his attention to his own plate.
(I do! It might get a little aggressive, if you’re okay with that! He’s a very protective friend.)
Wilhelm sat back in his seat, glancing around the cafeteria. He caught a few dirty looks, but nothing too bad. Claude read over a few papers as he ate, marking them up in red ink.
(ohh okay! Yeah go ahead! Like I said, I really am okay with just about anything)
Connor kept eating. Once he finished, he pulled out his sketchbook, turning to a blank page and starting to Sketch.
Romeo set down his fork with a sharp clank. “I’d think you would have had at least one thing to say to me, Will.”
“Watch yourself, Puccini..” Claude warned, barely looking up from his editing work.
“Here’s a thought, Dutch, shut your filthy fucking maw and let the adults talk-“ Romeo hissed, quickly cut off.
“What would I even have to say, Pooch? Something like, maybe, ‘Oh wow, Romeo, I’m so sorry that you decided to be a neurotic freak yesterday and blow up on me! Here, to make up for it, I’ll fucking take you back, I sure know just how jealous you are of all my friends!’” Wilhelm’s voice was sickeningly sweet, but it dripped with venom.
“Are you not going to tell him off too, Claude? Or just me?” Romeo snorted, head swiveling and glaring daggers at Wilhelm. “Oh, and here’s a thought, hun-“
“Shut the fuck up!” Claude barked, smacking his pen down. “You’re acting like a fucking child, Puccini!” The Dutchman stood, leaning in close to Romeo’s face. “Control your goddamn tongue, or I’ll do it for you.”
(oh boy, this response ended up way longer than i expected. angst and arguments sure are my guilty pleasure, i can fucken guarantee that one)
Connor glanced up at the group, eyes widening a little bit, then looked at his sketchbook again, silent. He wasn't going to interfere.
(Lmao it's fine. I love it lol)
“I’m acting like a child?! Look at this fucking asshole! All he does is sit around and run his mouth, and yet I’m the bad guy here! This fucking German prick-!“ Romeo snarled, his words bitten off when Claude grabbed his shoulder, wrenching him out of his seat.
“Don’t you ever get sick, Puccini? I would, if I had that much fucking shit spewing out of my mouth all the time.” Claude let go of Romeo’s shoulder, and in return, the Italian boy took a hard swing at Claude’s face. He made full contact with the boy’s nose.
“Romeo, what the fuck?!” Wilhelm stood up as well, his face flushed with anger.
“That dirty fucking cunt laid his paws on me. Self defense.” Romeo purred, although his voice was venomous and disgusted.