A Rumoured Troublemaker And A Control Freak Get Takeout

William woke up that morning to the irritating sound of his alarm, the time at which he would wake up having yet again been set up by Warrior for he remembered no such thing. He took one bleary look at his phone, the damn thing still producing that same annoyingly chipper sound, and the only thing that stopped him from shutting up the phone by throwing it against the wall was the presence of another body in the room.

Instead, he simply turned it off, burying himself under the covers yet again, having decided the moment he woke up that he would not be going to class that day. The nightmare of his mind choosing for the previous night had been of the kind that was dark and gripping enough not to let him have any rest, yet not terrifying enough to make him wake up screaming. He thus had neither energy nor will to get himself out of bed and into some clothes only to have to suffer through the presence of twenty something other bodies for the whole day. Both Warrior and Spirit sensed this and neither tried to wake him up again until he did so on his own later in the day.

By the time he had decided he was well enough to wake up if not get out of bed, the classes were over and the afternoon spread in front of him endless and cold, the heath of summer having been replaced by the chill of autumn for the day.

''I'm hungry'', he complained, rolling around the bed, still feeling too much like something living at the bottom of the ocean to actually get out of it. ''Then do get something to eat'', Spirit said from where he was lying on the floor, his tail moving left and right slowly over a small patch of space he had previously cleared of William's stuff. The boy had a side to him that no even he could control and that side could somehow spread half of the things he owned over his half of the room in less than a week only to never be bothered by it again. Spirit had long ago given up on correcting it, as it had already proved to be all but impossible.

''You do tend to get cranky when you haven't eaten in the last few hours'', he continued only to hear William snort at that. ''I am not going down there today'', he said, closing his eyes as he turned on his back yet again. ''Well, the food is not getting up here either'', the wolf laughed, raising his head to look at the boy. ''I wouldn't be so sure'', the boy laughed as well, opening his eyes as he reached for his phone. And that was how William had found himself opening the door to a strange looking take out delivery boy some hour and a half later.

''William Reed?'', he said, listing out his order once William had nodded. ''That would be...'', he started to say only to have a handful of bills all but thrown at him. ''I don't care'', William said, turning around as he closed the door with a clash. ''Keep the change.'' He had probably overpaid the boy, he always did, but it was not like he was going to miss the cash. He had triple the amount he had given him just in his wallet, let alone his credit card or emergency bank account. He might be hated, he thought, but he was still the Reed family's only heir and they had an image of wealth to uphold.

''There is no way you will be able to eat all of that'', the wolf told him, suspiciously eyeing the amount of boxes William was now holding. ''You can have some of it then'', he said, throwing a few pillows against a wall and turning on his laptop in order to make himself more comfortable.

''I'm not going anywhere near any of that'', he said, rolling his eyes. As spirits neither he nor Warrior actually needed food, though they did have certain things they liked to have occasionally, none of which, however, could be found in the bunch of boxes William was placing all around himself right now.

''College boy can have some when he comes back then'', he said, shrugging his shoulders as he looked for something to stare at on the computer as he ate. It has been some time since William had started sharing the room with Tavish and while he did keep his promise not to call him 'college boy' to his face, he had no reservations of doing so when there was no one around but his spirits. Spirit himself didn't like it much either, but he had given up on trying to correct him after only two days. There was no point to it, he had decided. Much like there was no point to trying to get him to clean up his mess.

In that time, William and Tavish had not exactly become friends, simply because William didn't know how to do that, but the boy was not as eager to rip his throat out as he was on the first day and certainly had no problems sharing the food with him, especially if it meant it would get Spirit off his case.

''What is the time anyway?'', he asked, the hand grabbing for the mouse in order to bring up the clock in the corner of the screen still greasy from holding his food. He had took yet another nap while waiting for the delivery to arrive, so he wasn't sure how long it was until the college classes ended. Looking at it now he saw it should be soon.

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William's estimation that Tavish ought to be released from his classes soon turned out to be true a little while later as the college boy himself entered the room, his hands holding as much fast food as William himself had bought. The boxes around William were half empty, however, as he had worked his way through more than a half of the first pizza box, as well as the first two episodes of some random show he had found online, in the time it took his room-mate to return. This meant that the food had all but cooled down by the time entered to room, jokingly asking him what was the occasion for that much food, but that had never stopped William before from finishing any kind of food.

''No occasion'', he said, his mouth full to the brim as he tore of yet another bite of the meat, cheese and dough, chewing on hit quickly before swallowing and getting ready for the next bite, breadcrumbs and other bits and pieces falling all around and soon becoming all but a permanent pattern of his sheets.

''I woke up hungry, didn't want to go down to the kitchen'', he explained as the second episode of whatever it was that he was watching ended. He turned on the third one, leaving it to load, despite having missed the last ten minutes or so of the previous one. He needed something to occupy his mind as he ate.

Which he would continue to do for quite some time, he thought, his stomach demanding more food still, despite the fact that he was almost finished with the a pizza which was fairly big in size. Considering that he had slept through both breakfast and lunch, he thought, this shouldn't be neither as surprising nor worrying to the wolf, who was still watching him as if he expected him to puke at any given point in time, as it was.

''So no need to worry about buying me a present just yet'', he said, his lips twitching into a grin for a moment, his voice teasing, as his eyes turned from the screen long enough for him to roll them at Tavish.

''Not for six more months at least'', he said, calculating in his head how many more months it was before the calendar showed the date of his birth yet again.

Six months and two days, he thought as his eyes fell on the small calendar in the corner of the screen. He wasn't particularly excited about it, nor would he become so even as the date grew closer and closer his birthday never having been much of a thing through out his life so far. Sometimes it would even take him weeks to even realise it had passed, the beginning of May being about the only thing that made him realise that hey, he was yet another year older, yet again.

He had no doubt that this, or rather, next year would be the same, what he said about Tavish buying him a gift being a joke and nothing more than that.

''Six months and two days to be precise'', the wolf spoke from his place of the floor, not having moved from there ever since William had started eating, the frown on his face growing deeper and deeper with every bite the boy took as he truly believed that there was no way that William had enough stomach space to safely house two pizzas at once.

''I simply assumed he would go shopping before the actual date, Spirit'', William laughed as the wolf corrected him. ''He seems like the type to do so'', he said, eyeing Tavish yet again as he spoke. And considering what William had seen sharing the room so far, Tavish definitely seemed like the type to do anything that looked even remotely like a responsibility well before it's intended deadline, including, he thought, birthday shopping.

He however, had no interested in taking this conversation any further lest it turned towards hypothetical planning of his birthday party, which was something Spirit always tried him to do, despite the fact that William cared to celebrate the fact that he was born about as much as his family was, so he turned the topic back to food both he and the college boy had bought.

''I was planning to maybe offer you some of the pizza when you came back, but you seem to have taken care of that yourself'', he said, eyeing the take out Tavish had brought. ''Which is good, because I'm still hungry anyway'', he added, finishing off the pizza and throwing the box on the floor before opening the second one.

''You can't possible eat that one alone as well'', Spirit finally spoke, frowning, his voice worried, mostly about food. He could care about William disregard of his own birthday later. Right now he still thought there was no way that William could put that much food into himself without being sick.

''Watch me'', he boy said, grinning, opened the second box and tore into the now slightly cold fast food inside.

William felt his mind slow down as he listened to his room-mate speak, a blank, emotionless expression slowly taking over his face, replacing the openly mischievous grin he had been directing at Spirit only a moment ago, as he turned towards Tavish, staring at the other man with an almost curious look in his eyes as he realised that he might actually be serious about buying him a gift. What for, he wasn't sure. It wasn't like they were friends...

''I slept through it'', William then suddenly said, breaking himself out of the starting-moment at he had done every previous time he had felt himself do it, usually around Tavish, usually when the other man had just done something that William just didn't know how to respond to. He was used to people acting in certain ways around him, and has thus found himself confused as to what he should say and do in those few moments when Tavish's behaviour simply did not match anything that he knew or was used to. Usually, he would just shake those moments off as he had done just now, ignoring both them, and the lingering memory of them that stayed no matter how hard he tried to get it to go away, by focusing on something else, which usually included, but was not limited to, turning back towards Tavish and irritating the hell out of him until he finally responded in a way which was familiar to him.

''Breakfast too'', he added, as he swallowed down yet another slice of pizza. There were three left now, and William felt almost full, which meant that he might just as well actually let Tavish have some of his food without raising a fuss. The man beat him to it, however, taking a slice before he could offer it, while simultaneously taking residence on the edge of William's bed.

''Definitely, absolutely, certainly not sharing your food with me, huh?'', William asked, raising his eyebrow in amusement. ''Yet you're willing to share mine, and are using my bed as a dinner are'', he said, tsking his tongue seemingly in disapproval. ''I thought better of you, Tavish'', he said, grabbing at yet another slice of pizza, making it so that there was only one left in the box. He had had every intention of eating that one too, but had, however, started contemplating simply letting Tavish have after the third bite of his current one. It felt like some kind of surrender, however, and he wasn't about to surrender himself to anything or anyone.

''I'm not going to puke'', he said, scoffing both at the wolf and his idiotic room-mate, as if irritated by the very thought that he couldn't eat two pizzas all by himself-or well two pizzas minus one slice, but he wasn't counting that as it was a small slice anyway, or so he told himself. The piece of greasy, cheese covered bread which was currently in his hand, however, was disappearing at a much slower rate than it's previously devoured brethren.

''So there is nothing to worry yourself about, Tavish'', he said, rolling his eyes at the man. That, too, was something new. He had told Tavish that he could call him anything but his last name, and he had expected the man to take a full advantage of that, unconcerned with the possible array of insulting nicknames as to him, there was no bigger insult than his last name. Tavish, however, usually stuck to either William, or Will which wasn't insulting in itself but was still making him frown, in, well, confusion, it being yet another thing he wasn't sure what to do about.

He in turn did stick to the older man's name as he had promised but he made sure to find at least three different ways to say it which made it sound like an either insult or a mock depending on the tone. Right now, he was using the mocking one, making sure to accompany it by a shit eating grin.

''Especially not about my health. I'm as healthy as a horse. Can't remember the last time I was sick'', he added, truthfully, in fact. He could truly not remember the last day he had to stay in bad, not counting those on which he couldn't deal with anything at all, either because of the pain caused by the tattoo on his back or the leftover tiredness caused by his nightmares.


''Or my birthday'', he said, feeling the need to address again. ''Better not waste your time and money considering you couldn't buy anything I'd need anyway'', he said, scoffing, the last few bites of his pizza slice still in his hand, uneaten. ''Plus, if you got me something, I'd have to get you something too, and I'm not in the mood to look for a coffee factory that's for sale'', he added, finally stuffing his mouth with those last few bites.

William tensed yet again as soon as the other man started speaking, already preparing himself for the judgement and the reprieve that such words would carry. "You slept through lunch?" Tavish asked, and William immediately frowned, his shoulders rising as he bit back. ''Yes'', he said, turning his head away from the other man, anger rising slowly in his chest. Tavish, however, said nothing more on it than rolling his eyes and saying that yes, sleeping through lunch usually means one has slept through breakfast. William has had plenty of days to prove him wrong, however, days on which he was wide awake in the morning, not having been able to sleep at all during the night, only to crash somewhere around midday, effectively skipping lunch while actually having breakfast. He said nothing of it though, his shoulders relaxing once more as he muttered into his food. ''I wasn't feeling well.'' It was as much as he was willing to tell about his nightmares and tiredness which followed him all the way throughout the day after he had had them.

He wasn't feeling tired, now, however, and even his hunger had gone away, the second to last slice of pizza disappearing down his throat marking, officially, the moment after which he could no longer put anything in his mouth, at least not for a while. His hand, however, still reached for the last slice out the stubborn feeling of pride and not wanting to lose, though at what he was not sure. He found nothing but an empty box however, Tavish having already made away with the last piece of grease bread and cheese. Scoffing irritatedly at the man to show his disdain, he was still sort of glad it had happened, even though he fiercely disliked losing, as he honestly did not know if he was going to be able to take that much more food too.

He still wouldn't have puked, tough, and was certainly not about to do it now either, the constant comments of his wolf and the idiotic room-mate irritating him much more than the lose of food, which was a fact he certainly made known, mostly by growling at them both: ''For the last, time, I am not going to puke!''

''And I have not asked for any cupcakes, or cakes, or...cookies in the first place'', he said, his voice somewhat quieter, a few moments after, his tone clearly showing disdain for something as childish as cookies, especially for his birthday. Not that he had gotten them as a child, either, really, but that was all the more reason not start thinking about or getting them now. ''So I really do not see where you have gotten the idea that I want them'', he said, scoffing, as he took a closer look at his bad now that Tavish had mentioned the mess he had made. There were bits of food all over the covers, as well as bit of the floor around the place where he had dropped the box, and the covers themselves were crumpled, a great part of his stuff covering the rest of the floor on his side of the room. It was nothing that couldn't be cleaned, really, it was just that he did not care to clean. At all.

''Or why are we talking about them'', he said, tilting his head, a frown still on his face as if he was thinking hard about it and not liking the conclusions he came to. ''So once again, do not bother'', he said, his voice sharp and heavy as he eyed his room-mate now. ''For I am in no better mood to look for a plantation than I am for the factory'', he said, not believing a word Tavish had said about not needing to get him a present back. He might not have gotten presents for his birthday, but he knew how the world worked. He had watched his parents receive gifts most of his life, and they always gave something in return, some kind of favour through the business or politics usually, or a donation for particular charity, for nothing, nothing was ever given unless you needed something to be given to you in return. He told as much to Tavish.

''They are probably stupidly hard to find, or buy'', he explained, rolling his eyes before continuing. ''So just, don't bother'', he said, a bit of a bitter smile forming on his face. ''You cannot convince me that you would want nothing in return, for nothing is ever given unless you need something returned. And I wouldn't know what else to buy you'', he scoffed, before adding, more quietly, almost as an after thought. ''Besides, I don't like being in somebody's debt any more than you do, really'', he said, remembering what Tavish had said about him giving him coffee in the first place.

William frowned at Tavish as the other man held his hands up to defend himself, saying that he had not spoke anything else but what he had actually said. It was true, the young man thought, but the bitterns inside him refused to let it go, for he knew more than well that some people needed no words to express their judgement or disappointment. Their eyes spoke volumes of what they were too proud, or resigned, to say.

Tavish, however, wasn't one of those people, William thought, having to remind himself of that, as his frown focused on his room-mate's face, and then eyes. He held the other man's gaze for a few moments, before looking away, his head twitching away, a scoff escaping from his throat not a second after he let go.

''Ridiculous'', he muttered, even as he grabbed some of the food that was offered to him despite actually being full. He needed something to do with his hands, with his mind, for at least one of them was starting to go places he could not recognize as familiar. ''Neither Warrior nor Spirit need any sort of food'', he said, his frown growing deeper as he tried to decipher the....complete and utter nonsense that has just came from his room-mate's mouth. ''And I do not like any of those things'', he said, waving his hand as if to indicate all the world's cakes, cookies and cupcakes, which was not, actually, a complete truth, but he was not about to think about, or reveal, that.

The guardian spirits remained silent even as the conversation turned towards them and their likes and dislikes, of which cupcakes, cookies and cakes were not one, even though what William said was true and they did not need food, they simply liked it. It seemed however, that William had either forgotten about that...or was arguing with Tavish simply for the sake of arguing with someone about something. Usually, as the second was always more likely, this would be a point at which Spirit would speak up, but this time, he let it go on, for not only did William's jabs have yet to turn truly malicious, it was also a good opportunity to see what the other man would do when the still-just-a-boy in front of him got in one of his more violate moods for no reason at all.

''You are getting even more ridiculous by the second'', the boy said, his voice growing as cold as his frown was deep, for even though his mind recognised what Tavish had said as essentially nice something inside him was irked by those words, making his shoulders suddenly rise as if to meet his ears, and his body tense, as if expecting the punch, for people were never nice, not to him, at least, if they were to anyone at all.

The idea that somebody that was not Spirit or Warrior could care was foreign and thus immediately rejected, especially for being expressed in such a...direct way. People did not speak like that. People did not just say thing like that. People did not care.

''It is no business of yours what I do with my side of the room'', he ended up spitting out in the end, the breach into what he felt was his territory being the thing that broke the damn, though he would have probably done something stupid either way. ''I will keep my things wherever I want, and as long as they do not enter into your space, you have no say as to where they go'', he continued to speak, no sings of his frown doing anything but growing deeper anywhere in sight. ''And if you're so bothered by the state of my side of the room, you are free to remove yourself from it'', he said, placing a clenched, strong hand against Tavish's chest and pushing. ''Right the fuck now'', he said, his voice cold and bitter as he glared at the man. ''And take your food with you.''