[It's late afternoon when Wilhelm returns to his room, sweaty and a little dusty at the end of his delivery route. He gets as far as lifting the strap of his messenger bag off his shoulder before a boy he's never seen before catapults into his space and launches an introduction. Having left behind a very much unoccupied room when he set out earlier in the day, and having failed to notice that this was no longer the case until suddenly this guy's eager face is tilting up at him, Wilhelm startles a bit. It takes his brain a second to catch up.]

Uh...hello. I'm Wilhelm.

[He hangs his bag on a hook by the door. Pushing a hand through his hair, he offers a smile.]

Sorry, it's just me. And now you too, I guess. I'm over there. [Nodding to his bed, which is unmade and overlooking a very charming and scenic formation of discarded clothes.] I don't snore either, or at least nobody has complained about it. So...

[He gestures to the room around them. The four-poster beds form a square at one end, and at the other stands a fireplace with a sitting area. The mantle is cluttered with everything from a glass figurine of a frog to sea-smoothed stones. It's clear that he's lived here for some time.]

Welcome.