[Will's name gets a curious tilt of his head, one he doesn't think through and can't really stop because of it. His eyebrows knit together as he tries to think about the people he's met so far, people he's seen, and if he appears a bit standoffish, it's hardly being imagined. He hadn't talked to so many people, he thought, but—
Albus, he remembers that name. Realization breaks out over his face slowly, like rosy-finger dawn breaking out over a serene beach, and he pushed the door open further to show that he did, in fact, have the time. There was no place he had to be, not for a while yet.]
We did speak, yes. You gave me a present, actually. I didn't—I didn't really think to get anyone anything, so if you were expecting something back, uh. That's. It just slipped my mind, the time of the year. [That was the best way to introduce himself, wasn't it? Just shy of stammering and taking longer to reach a conclusion right in his face.] It's good to meet you finally, and yes. I have time. My room's free, but I don't know about the common area. Wherever works for you works for me.
[The fact of the matter that a little orange fluffy dog has come up behind him and is staring at Albus without trying to hide herself is apparently unnoticed. Samantha does whatever she wants, within reason. He's got rules. He's got his pills.
you've no idea how rood he can be
Albus, he remembers that name. Realization breaks out over his face slowly, like rosy-finger dawn breaking out over a serene beach, and he pushed the door open further to show that he did, in fact, have the time. There was no place he had to be, not for a while yet.]
We did speak, yes. You gave me a present, actually. I didn't—I didn't really think to get anyone anything, so if you were expecting something back, uh. That's. It just slipped my mind, the time of the year. [That was the best way to introduce himself, wasn't it? Just shy of stammering and taking longer to reach a conclusion right in his face.] It's good to meet you finally, and yes. I have time. My room's free, but I don't know about the common area. Wherever works for you works for me.
[The fact of the matter that a little orange fluffy dog has come up behind him and is staring at Albus without trying to hide herself is apparently unnoticed. Samantha does whatever she wants, within reason. He's got rules. He's got his pills.
He's got this.]