poor delicate tiny scholarbaby

Autor stumbled three times on the way to his room, blushing horribly and shivering all the while. Lohengrin insisted on catching the boy, but it still took a moment for Autor to process that the Knight was planning to help him all the way to his room.

After a moment of mulling it over, Autor unlocks the door from the key on a chain around his neck.

Autor's room is sparse and Spartan. There's a desk with knitting piled on one corner and quills on the other. Blazers hang in his closet. A tea kettle rests on his nightstand, and Autor leans towards the comfortable-looking bed.

What he does have, however, are books. Piles of books line the walls and fill the closet where his clothes aren't. Books cover the floor under the bed. A haphazard pile threatens to fall on the desk chair.

The boy feels he should tidy up, perhaps, and takes a few steps towards the desk, turning away from the bed.