Paris blinked watching one of the guys get up at go as if put off by the fact Paris had decided to join them. Then again, he'd dealt with people like that before. Maybe he was insecure and maybe he just didn't like talking with new people, or people in general. He'd had a partner back in high school that just didn't like new people. He was fine once you got to know him but he always without fail gave new people the cold shoulder. The other boy, Lucius, seemed a bit more adept at interacting with strangers though... Like the other boy, he seemed more happy on his own than with new people. 

When the other boy returned, his face awkward and uncomfortable, Lucius seemed to perk up, talking a bit more. Paris chuckled. [i]Welp, that's my cue to get out of their hair.[/i] [b]"Actually, I have a few things I need to finalize. It was nice meeting you both, Lucius and friend."[/b] He told them, smiling and nodded his head. He stood up from the table, apple still in head and made his way back to his room. He needed to put his clothes in the dresser and closet anyway. No doubt his mother had put in a few designer outfits in his closet for him. He didn't hate her, she meant well... but he was glad to be at least somewhat free of her grasps. He pulled the apple up to his lips and took a bit as he entered the boys dorm and then the elevator. He leaned against the wall of the elevator, waiting patiently. The doors open with a small whoosh noise and Paris let out a small sigh. He walked down the long hallway to his room and pulled his key up to the lock on the door. A light turned green and he pushed the door open. He stopped in his tracks the moment he entered the room. Something was off... He peeked into his room and sure enough a boy stood there. He appeared slightly taller than Paris with equally dark brown hair. 

[b]"'Sup?"[/b] Paris greeted the boy with a wave and a smile. [i]Damnit, what was his name again? Ugh, I'm going to feel like a complete asshat. It started with an 'M' right? Mario? Hah, no... Mark? No...[/i] Suddenly, he remembered. Pool boy! Marco Polo! He chuckled a bit. He probably shouldn't tell the boy his thoughts or tease him about it. He'd probably have enough of it. [b]"You probably already know, but I'm Paris. I look forward to rooming with you."[/b] He continued, the small smile still evident.