Where Am I?

<div align=center>Bill was only really passing through, but the state of the student lounge near enough gave him a heart attack. Mess. Everywhere. He tensed up and whimpered, clutching whatever folders he was holding close to his chest. The less time spent in here, the better. Though, as he passed through, he stopped as he neared the far end. Something wasn't right. The boy whirled around. Whatever mess had just been there... Wasn't. And was it his imagination, or had the carpet changed? He blinked, confused. "W... What?" He shook his head, maybe this is it and I've gone crazy for real this time.

No. There was a boy perched on the couch. Had that happened on it's own? Or was that down to him. William's mouth turned downwards at the corners, a perplexed frown crossing his effeminate features. "D.. Did you do that?" He asked softly, voice only just breaching a level above a whisper. He hunched his shoulders at the wall of nerves that hit him as he shuffled a little closer to the boy, he could already feel sweat beading on his forehead. He'd never seen this kid before, though judging by the way he looked William thought he was probably younger than himself.

His eyes flickered up to the set of bunny ears atop his head, and his face lit up. "Oh, you're a bunny!"</div>

<div align=center>William giggled at the mention of Holland Lop. He had an overwhelming desire to touch, but his social boundaries were telling him that was a bad idea, no matter how inexperienced he was. "I wish I had ears like that... Don't you get a lot of water in them when you shower, though?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. That'd be fun to have a set of ears, he imagined they were awfully soft to touch, in his experience of rabbits, anyhow. He'd much rather have rabbit ears than telepathy, it seemed like much less of a hassle.

William grimaced at the mention of the mess and nodded enthusiastically, "I.. I can't understand how people can deal with it.." If Alfredo had seen William's dorm room he would have quickly learned that it was spotless. OCD might have been an understatement. Can you read? William nodded again, bounding over and perching himself next to Alfredo. "Is it this?" He asked, making a grab for the key and studying it carefully. He thought it was a little strange how the boy couldn't read, but he wasn't about to question him on it- he felt that would be awfully rude.

He carefully read the number on the tag out, as well as the floor, before smiling brightly and passing the key back to Alfredo. "I hope that helped... I'm William, by the way... I haven't seen you before."</div>

<div align=center>William nodded, he supposed that was the logical way around it really. He'd really rather only have baths, showers were stressful, without Gabriel they were, at least, although with him they tended to turn into plain dangerous. Baths were much easier, though not many of the dorms had them. Gabriel had a bath, though Bill was the only one that really used it, his boyfriend favored showers for some unknown reason. Strange. He nodded, frowning a little when Alfredo pointed out that there weren't many as neat as they were. It was true. He could barely go into someone else's dorm without desperately wanting to scrub everything.

"I don't see why not," he glanced sideways to Alfredo, "it's much nicer to be tidy... You know where everything is all the time." Especially when you were as meticulous as William was, he was all too anal about things being in the right place. He panicked when he couldn't find something, since usually that thing was important.

"Oh! I can help you... If you like." He offered, William was helpful enough despite being altogether very shy. It was easier if he clicked with someone though, this boy wasn't scary. How could anyone with bunny ears be scary? Besides, William was a good judge of character, mainly due to the fact he could feel it more often than not. He couldn't sense auras or personalities, but he could get emotions down well, and it was easy to tell what someone was like by the way they were feeling, he found. "And.. Oh! I.. I don't think so..." He blinked when asked if they were supposed to have met, he flinched when the boy tugged at his ears. "Well.. I guess it's for..." He frowned, trying to choose the right word, "people that are a little different to everyone else... Like me.. And you I suppose."</div>

<div align=center>William was happy to find someone else that thought the same way as he did. He nodded enthusiastically, "yeah... I don't like it when I can't find things." He didn't mind helping Alfredo find his room, he didn't have anything important to do, classes were done for the day and Gabriel could wait a little while. Besides, he most likely hadn't even finished his own classes yet. The doors did all look the same, maybe William could think of something so Alfredo wouldn't forget what room was his. He could tie something to the door, or stick something on it.

William nodded, and smiled a little when told he didn't seem all that different. "Thank you," he murmured, "people don't tell me that very often." He supposed different had been the wrong word to use, "special kids, then." He corrected, "see... We can do stuff that no one else can do." He paused for a moment, trying to think of how to explain it. "See... I can hear what people are thinking... As if they were talking aloud to me." He told him, "back at home I didn't know anyone that could do that.."

Alfredo was right though, what was normal? No one was alike anyone else. Therefore, was everyone normal? Or no one normal. William didn't know the answer to that, it'd likely be something he'd have to ask someone else. </div>

<div align=center>William felt for the boy, he'd been able to read for as long as he could remember. It must be confusing not being able to understand words on a page, or looking at numbers. Perhaps he could help him, if he could at least teach Alfredo to read numbers that would help by some amount, right? He weighed out the idea in his head, he'd never really taught anyone anything, but teaching someone numbers wouldn't be all that difficult, surely. "Hey... I... You don't have to... But... I can help you learn to read them, if you like? Even... Even just the numbers."

William started a little as he heard the boy's voice in his head, and giggled softly. Yeah! I can hear you! He returned, tilting his head and beaming at the rabbit-boy. He felt the boy's wave of excitement, a tingly sort of feeling that made him laugh. It was nice to be able to feel good feelings coming from someone, though he cursed those powers around crowds. It was strange feeling a hundred emotions at the same time. It made William feel unpleasant. The boy nodded at the next question, yeah! We can go find it if you like.</div>