Room #103

"Uh... Uh... Hi."

Achille had been peacefully zoned out when the other had came in, barely aware of the male buzzing around in the room. He watched the organized unpacking, glancing absent-mindedly at his still-packed trunk.
Eh. It wasn't THAT important.
His gaze slid back over to the male, his expression a mixture of tired apprehension and... something decidedly unimpressed.
Very unimpressed.
Perhaps a bit mocking, even.

Some wimpy kid. Probably a First or Second Year or something.

Another sigh heaved his rather bulky form, though he didn't move to sit or stand to greet the other boy.

"Yo."

His tone was not unkind, though it was not very friendly either. A single eyebrow slid upwards.

"I'm Achille, Achille Ricci. Fourth year Blade."

"I'm Aidan Valuzi, Blacksmith in my fifth year."

Achille didn't look impressed, at all. In fact, his expression didn't move an inch, one eyebrow still raised, one side of his mouth twisted into a frown by his scar. The other side didn't seem to have an opinion. 
This wasn't unusual, as the Blade gave no one respect simply for a title, or their supposed experience. He believed that all thing were earned with each individual person.
Not that he gave a rat's arse what anyone thought of him. If they had a problem with it, they could take it up with him. And his fist. And his broadsword, if it came to that.

"Right. Well. Probably won't see too much of me, I'm usually in the training gym when I'm not in class. Or with Zinnia. Or... in the training gym," He stated with finality, his tone firm and edged with dry humour. He didn't expect this Entrepreneur to know his tiny best friend, or what the training gym even looked like.

Dark brown eyes squinted, sizing up Aidan once more.

Yeah, probably doesn't even know we have a training gym, He thought with amusement, rolling onto his back so as to stare at the ceiling, seeming equally disinterested in it as he had been in his roommate.

"Do you think they'll have sausage at tomorrow's breakfast..."

Aidan didn't expect an answer, really, more so wondering to himself. He put his Petal above all things, followed by his training, and then... food.
Food was very important to the large, continually-growing boy.
He looked like he could probably eat a kirin or two, for a single meal.

"Zinnia, huh? Whose she?"

When Aidan blushed, followed by such a question, Achille immediately felt every hair on his body bristle, his eyes narrowing into a hot glare for a moment.

No.

He sat up, swiveling around so that his legs hung over the side of the bed, his feet easily reaching the ground. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his posture relaxed. Paired with the nonchalant scowl he was pointing at the Blacksmith, it shouldn't have been intimidating.
Except for his size.
And the odd aura of checked temper he gave off.

As the boy continued to speak, Achille used the time to gather his thoughts, lips pressed together as he half-listened. He was very protective over his frail, tiny friend, to the point where most assumed they were romantically involved, which was hilarious even to him.
He had to be careful not to crush her when he hugged her, let alone anything... intimate.
He nearly snorted at the idea.

"Let me guess... Broadsword... four pounds, preferably forty inches long... Or maybe forty five? You have pretty long arms and wouldn't want your form to be too far or else you lose points on technique... So I'll stick with forty."

Now THAT got the Blade's attention, his chin lifting so he could peer at the male with both eyebrows raised.

So, wimpy knows his way around swords.

A grudging smile slowly appears, twisted into a smirk by his scar, his posture relaxing slightly once more. He didn't seem at all awkward sitting nearly naked before a stranger, and stretched his arms above his head, his back popping as he did so.

"My current broadsword is forty inches, but I hit a third growth spurt this summer, so it's a bit small. I've been having to compensate, which is irritating, but I've pissed off nearly half of the school so it's a bit hard to find someone who would be willing to lend me a blade large enough to work."

He paused, and some of the warmth was gone as he added, "And, she is Zinnia Demarais. A noble's daughter, a Knight. Why?" He raised a brow, not even trying to keep his aggressively protective tendencies in check.

Zinnia wouldn't want you scaring away possible friends, He chastised himself silently, before amending with a mental shrug- What Zinnia doesn't know, won't hurt her.

His casual scowl continued.

Achille relaxed further at the talk of swords, an easy smile lifting one side of his mouth. His eyes continued you to warm, becoming liquid chocolate, the gold glinting in a friendly manner.
He didn't look too scary when he was... half-smiling.

"That'd be pretty sweet, I'd be seriously thankful. Like you said, about forty-five inches, the heavier the better. Most broadswords feel like twigs to me, I'd like something to really give some velocity to my swings." He stretched out his legs, mouth gaping open as he released a loud yawn.

However, when Aidan began blushing again...

Achille's eyes narrowed, and his gaze was once again hard and calculating. Though, edged with amusement as he studied the other boy.

Zinnia is too cultured for some clumsy-looking Fifth Year, He thought unkindly, then immediately felt a small pang of shame. The Blacksmith had offered to make him a sword.
Well, that didn't mean he was good enough for his best friend, practically his little sister.
Nope.

"Yeah, well. She's usually pretty busy with her studies. She takes being a Knight very seriously. I gave her a ride to the library just now, actually." He spoke conversationally, once more throwing himself onto his back, arms lifting up to cross behind his head. "She likes to read until she falls asleep in the library."

What a dork, blushing just talking about her.