Angel had gone into the hallway to go through the boxes he'd yet to bring in. He was crouched and leaning against the wall behind him and searching through his things, more books, some extra clothes and art supplies. Pictures, his various cords and electronics. Someone went by, and into the dorm he was sharing. Strange... Or maybe not---William didn't seem to be the kind to wander down to whatever had been made into the cafeteria in this wonderful castle-like dwelling. Hopefully that wouldn't be much of a constant thing, though. When the man exited, he reentered with his remaining boxes, beginning an unpacking. Just a few books from one box, which he began to arrange on the bookshelves amid a rather pale scent. It was food, yes, but... so light. It didn't seem to be made with real feeling as his mother did, and taught him to do. It felt as clean as the other half of the room. Squirming under his skin, Angel pulled his bathroom necessities out of their box and retired them to his personal bathroom. A few bottles, a couple toothbrushes and pair of toothpaste bottles, towels and washrags, a hanger for some extra bottles and bags, a few brushes and combs. The rest was put into a small cabinet and he unfolded the box, placing it in the back of the closet, beyond everything else.

When he exited, going to his bags to unload the rest of his books, Angel glanced at William for a moment. "Hopefully we can get along." He offered. "I wouldn't mind." And whatever tension was there would be gone. A nice feeling. He brought out more books. Things his grandparents liked. Older books. Classics. Shakespeare. H.G. Wells. H.P. Lovecraft and Edgar Allen Poe. Then more modern things---Authors including Anne Rice and Stephen King and Dean Koontz, heavy, thick books and thin ones alike, James Patterson and some older western books his father loved so much.

There were spaces on the bookshelves that were empty, and so he filled them with trinkets he'd collected when his family took vacations. Various things from the shores of the States and South America alike, giant beautiful geodes he found himself in caves, and a bright, polished crystal he liked to think as the best gift he'd ever been given. Finding the bookshelves to his liking, Angel went to bring out his electronics and regard William placidly.