Tommy [New York]
Billy took a step back and folded his arms across his chest, trying to judge the levelness of the frame. They'd been working on their room slowly but surely. Between Billy's busy transport schedule and getting themselves established as students, fixing their room had unfortunately been back burned a time or two. Not to mention the fact that they hadn't officially shared a room - these last months noninclusive - since they were twelve. And had since developed slightly different tastes in some areas, which meant decoration required some negotiation.
While on the island, Billy had replicated a more or less standard palace bedroom, with a few specially designed comforts tossed in. This was not to be the case in the mansion. The room was large enough for them both to feel comfortable, but the layout was unfamiliar. They'd visited Uncle Charles' school a time or two, but had never stayed. And during every visit they'd always been flanked by personnel, toured the area on a schedule, and been socialized with only a selected few. They'd never been left alone to wander, and standing in the mansion - even though it looked less like the one he knew - without any of those things was eerie.