champagne supernova

<div align=center>William laughed, he'd have woken up straight away if that was the case. William was a very light sleeper despite his constant fidgeting. He shook his head at the other boy, he didn't feel like he needed to go back to sleep, just something to wake him up. He ruffled his hair, it felt thick and greasy, Bill frowned, he needed a shower. His gaze flickered over to the bathroom door. "Do you think it works?" He asked, lifting an eyebrow over at Micheal. "The shower, I mean." He dropped his hand back to the bed and stretched, grimacing a little as something in his back clicked. Ow.

He thanked Micheal softly for staying, it was nice to have a friend. He trusted the winged boy, and frankly he found him incredibly interesting. He stared at him for a moment, wondering how old he was, he'd never actually asked. He didn't think he was much older than himself, but he definitely was older, he was taller for a start. William wondered if he'd grow anymore, he hoped not, he was already tall and gangly as it was, it made a lot of tasks very difficult for him, since he was such a klutz. "What time is it?"

(hey don't worry about it! c:)</div>

<div align=center>William considered the notion for a moment, before deciding that going all the way to wherever Micheal's room was would require too much effort on his own part. "It's alright," he chirped back, shuffling to Micheal's shoulder and poking his head into the room, he'd manage, he thought, but he'd rather have a bath than a shower. He didn't think anyone had a bath though, baths took up a lot of space, and besides, Bill was fussy with them, he was tall, small baths were difficult for him to benefit from, only due to the fact that his legs didn't really fit, Bill was more leg than anything else and could easily be compared to a giraffe. "This shower will be fine, I think."

He'd brought bath towels, so he didn't need to worry about lack of, and he'd been right to bring them since there weren't any in the bathroom (though it was more of a wet-room if William was honest,) "it's early." He stated. Though if he thought about it, that really gave him more time to nap, perhaps he would visit Gabriel, though on second thoughts the boy would probably sleep until noon, Bill didn't imagine that he would have been happy to be woken up. William's body clock generally woke up at early times, he tended to go to sleep around eight, so he would always wake around six or seven, perhaps even five on odd days, he guessed today was one of those days.</div>

<div align=center>William flinched suddenly as the desk crashed over, it took him a moment to realize what had happened, and it made him laugh. He told the other boy not to worry, and beamed at him. It wasn't his desk anyway, besides it hadn't been damaged. Thinking about it, William really wasn't hungry, the boy didn't generally eat much, and he felt guilty when he did, so he tended to avoid it. "You can go now, if you like." He offered, tucking a strand of hair behind one ear. "I'm not really hungry..." He figured he could take a shower whilst Micheal ate. Bill tended to take a little while to get ready in the morning, he frowned to himself, remembering his hair straighteners had broken before he'd left home. He didn't want his hair to curl.

He frowned at his thoughts, c'mon Bill, you're a boy, you shouldn't even care. On the contrary, he did care, very much. "I don't really get hungry all that much, see." He smiled a little, and pulled a couple of towels from his suitcase, as least his hairdryer hadn't broken, he still had that. He'd have to go into town, but he wasn't really sure how he'd find his way around, he could barely find his way around the school yet.</div>

<div align=center>William nodded, "alright." He returned softly, waving a little. He perhaps would have liked something to drink, but he'd go and get tea a little later on, or maybe he'd bum a mug from Gabe, William liked tea. He pulled the bathroom door closed on himself, and slid the look across. He looked bad this morning, he was at least three times paler than he normally was, and his face had a peaky sort of look about it, I can't be getting sick already. He hoped not, though it was more than likely that he was. William got sick a lot, he didn't know why, he just had since he was a child.

He turned the dial on the shower, the water ran hot on his hands and it felt good. He unbuttoned his pajama shirt and dropped it on the floor behind him, shortly followed by his pants. He wondered if he should replace the shower curtain or not, it wasn't very pretty, he pulled it across, and purred softly as the water hit his skin. It was near scalding and he liked the way it felt, hot water made him feel clean, and Bill liked to feel clean. By the time he got out of the shower, the sun had risen fully and the room had been filled with hazy morning sunlight. William had wrapped a towel around his waist, wisps of steam escaped the bathroom as he let himself out of it.</div>

<div align=center>William stared at the array of different food items that had appeared on the spare bed since he had been in the shower, the sight took a moment to sink in, before he doubled over and burst out laughing. Micheal had obviously been busy, and the thought of him carrying all that food back to the room was hilarious to him. William still didn't feel hungry at all, but he picked one of the cans up and pulled the ring, it fizzed when he opened it, he took a sip. "Thanks." He laughed again, smiling and shaking his head, "I don't think I've eaten that much in my whole life."

Bill picked up on his thoughts, he hoped Micheal didn't get into trouble for this. He wondered if they'd even notice, though, he didn't doubt it somehow, there was a lot of food here, "can you get through all that?" He asked, a tone of amusement in his voice, "I didn't know anyone could even be that hungry." He wondered how long Micheal had gone without eating, though if Bill thought about it, he hadn't eaten since yesterday either, he just hadn't really felt like it he supposed, he hadn't been hungry.</div>