A snort left his lips before he could stop himself. He had no idea how he was going to deal with the irritating man. It was really a shame that they had to share a room. Somehow, William told himself, he would find a way to find someplace all his own. That was what he was used to, being alone, and it just felt wrong to have someone else sharing his space.

All those things ... Those art supplies, oh they forebode such a mess. Swallowing, he turned to his things and began to rearrange his clothing. Then he moved to organize his school supplies all in a neat array upon his desk. Each thing had it's place ,the pencil beside the pen, the calculator above them, the erases lying beside the pen, the laptop at the center of everything. It was all just a little well place. There was no mess allowed, and when he saw a wrinkle upon his bed, William moved to shake out the blanket and make sure that it lay flat.