(I would!)
Wilhelm nodded. "Yeah, I tried watercolor once.." He paused for a moment, laughing as he thought about his artistic endeavor. "It.. did not turn out well." He watched Connor's hand move, going quiet for a few seconds. "My friends and I are going to be hanging out later today after their classes.. would you want to join?"
(alright!)
Connor chuckled. "Yeah. Yah have t' learn how to control the water flow." He replied. He glanced up at Wilhelm. "Oh. I…sure." he replied, smiling a little, then looking back down at his Sketch.
"Good, good! They're nice guys, just a little rowdy, you know?" Wilhelm grinned, getting off of his bed to look outside of their dorm's window. He frowned slightly. "Ah, shit. The weather's been so awful recently. Well– I guess the weather's never great, but at least it wasn't so cold."
"Tha's Scotland and England, Wilhelm." Connor replied with a shrug. "'s always rainy or clouded. Sunshine be a foreign thing." He continued to sketch, a soft smile flickering over his face for a moment.
"Ah, yes, and I hate them for it. You need some sun sometimes, don't you?" Wilhelm continued to stare out the window, eyes soft as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his trousers and shifted his weight from foot to foot.
Connor pursed his lips. "Ah, but not when yeh got skin like me." He chuckled a little. "Ah burn like nobody's business."
"Well, I suppose you're right. I don't know, I guess I just miss the snow in Germany."
Connor nodded. "An' ah miss the Scottish highlands." He replied thoughtfully. "Bu' eventually ah can go back. I's no' gone forever."
"I've heard it's beautiful there. Is that true?" Wilhelm looked over at Connor, head tilted. "I can't imagine it's anything other than, right?"
Connor smiled a little, eyes going slightly distant with memories. "Yes, it is." he agreed. He inhaled, and flipped through his sketchbook. He held it out to Wilhelm. It was opened to a beautiful watercolor page, an image of the highlands of Scotland. "There. This 's from m' memory, so it migh' no' be perfectly accurate."
Wilhelm took the sketchbook, studying the brushwork. "..Wow. This is amazing, Connor, you're really good at this." He handed it back, shaking his head. "I mean, really. That's beautiful. I can only imagine what it's like in real life."
(I gtg to bed now. Good night!)
Connor smiled a little bit. "Thank yeh." he said softly, flipping back to the sketch he was working on. "And yeah. Yeh should see it in real life somedee. My paintin's can only do so much."
(Night!)
"Well, sure. What're you drawing now?" He looked at the page, but he didn't focus on it enough to actually figure out what it was.
Connor shrugged a little. "I uhm…a friend of mine." he replied. Liar. He was drawing his…well, his boyfriend, that he had left behind. He couldn't very well say that, though. Not when Wilhelm would most likely think him disgusting for being inclined that way.
"Well, I think he looks nice. Your portraits really are beautiful, you know." Wilhelm ruffled up his dark brown curls, shaking his head out to fluff them up. "Ah, what time is it– it's a little after 1500, the boys should be getting in any ti-" He was cut off by the sound of whooping and hollering from the common room.
"Speak of the devil and he shall appear, eh?" Wilhelm winked at Connor, stepping outside of the dorm.
Connor looked down again to hide the faint blush that had appeared on his cheeks at the compliment. He rubbed a hand over his face for a moment, then put the sketchbook away at the sound of the others. He nodded a little. "Alright." he replied. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to follow Wilhelm or not.
“Oh- you can come, if you want. Don’t let them scare you off.” Wilhelm turned around, greeting his friends.
“Oh, fair Romeo!” Wilhelm swooned, voice lilting and joking as he fell backwards into a boy’s arms. The boy- presumably Romeo- kissed Wilhelm’s hand before ruffling his hair and pushing him away playfully.
“Cool it, Juliet.” The boy laughed, before getting slugged in the arm by a third boy.
Connor cautiously came out of the room, watching the others. At the "Romeo" and "Juliet", his eyebrows knit together for a moment, wondering what exactly that was all about. Though he didn't ask.
“Alright, this, my boys, is Connor. He’s my new roommate. Connor, the tall one is Romeo and the taller one is Claude.”
Romeo wasn’t that tall. Claude, on the other hand, was a giant. They both looked to be about Wilhelm’s age, and bore similar broken noses- Romeo’s looked to be new, still bandaged up.
(I actually gtg for real now soon XD)
Connor nodded a little bit. He stared up at Claude. "Wh' 're they so tall?" he blurted, feeling absolutely dwarfed. Especially by Claude. He raked a hand through his curly hair, then held out his hand for handshakes. "Sorry, tha' was rude 'f me. Ah tend not ta watch my words when ah really should b'."
(ok ok)
Claude took Connor up on his handshake offer. “It’s alright. All you have to know is that I’m Dutch and Romeo’s Italian, so that should tell you all you need to know, eh? That should explain it enough.”
Romeo, however, didn’t shake Connor’s hand, preferring to just nod instead. It was worth noting, though, that he had his arms wrapped over Wilhelm’s shoulders (who was standing just in front of him). “Do you ask everyone you meet why their height is what it is?” There was a humorous twinkle in Romeo’s eyes as he spoke. “That’s an interesting icebreaker question, Connor.”
Connor wrinkled his nose. "Well look 't me!" he retorted. "'m tiny!" He drew himself to his full, glorious height of…barely 5'4", his slim body only adding to how tiny he seemed. "An' no, not always." he crossed his arms loosely.
Romeo studied him. It was true, Connor was small. "Lucky us, then- thank you for choosing us humble individuals to be the ones you try that question out o-" Romeo was cut off by Claude, who clapped a hand over the boy's mouth before he could say more.
"I apologize for him. He shoots off at the mouth." Claude snorted, pulling his blonde hair back into a small bun. "Where's your family from, Connor?"
Connor let out a snort of laughter at Romeo. He blinked. "Scotland, originally. England, for the past ten years." He didn't want to get into the story of why just yet. About his parents deaths and moving in with his uncle. "An' no, ah dinnae own a kilt."
(Are Romeo and Wilhelm a couple, or no?)
(it’s unclear- they’re close enough for a most people to think they’re dating, and they did for a short bit, but they’re just two extremely flirty and affectionate friends)
Wilhelm and Romeo were play-fighting in the background as Claude talked with Connor.
“Scotland. Been there a few times, nice place. Me? Dad’s a businessman in Amsterdam, so that’s why I’m here. Will said you’re new, didn’t he?” Claude looked down at Connor, adjusting the cuffs on his uniform shirt.