Fandom High Dorms Room 205 - Noonish

[strahl_pirate]

Balthier heaved a great, dramatic sigh as he chucked his bags onto the bed in his assigned room, before slumping down onto the bed himself. "A school, bah!" He scoffed and ran a hand through his hair. "She would send me to a bloody school." Another sigh followed, though this one was a little more resigned. Well chap, better make the best of it.

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[sneerkite]

It had taken some time before Steerpike managed to remember that he'd been assigned a room (with a door, that, apparently, locked, of all things. It was practically unheard of for one of Swelter's boys), and a bit longer than that before he bothered to seek it out. It was not as though he owned anything other than the dull, beige kitchen uniform he was wearing, and even that technically belonged to the Earl.

Not that he'd be getting it back.

He let himself in and blinked in stoic surprise at the other individual. "Good day,"

[strahl_pirate]

Balthier looked up with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk on his face. "Good day yourself," He smirked and turned to face the other young man, speaking with a upscale Brittish Archadian accent. "You're my new room mate then?"

[sneerkite]

Steerpike's eyebrow went up to match, and he spoke in his own british Gormenghast accent. "It would appear so." He looked about the room. "Only one, though, that's . . . not bad," Not ideal by a long shot, though. He inclined his head. "I am Steerpike."

[strahl_pirate]

"Balthier, a pleasure to meet you Steerpike," he replied with a small salute of his hand. "I hope that you don't mind that I've claimed this side of the room, it didn't cross my mind that I'd be sharing until after I had unpacked." Not that Balthier wanted to move per se, but it wouldn't really due to piss off the person he would have to share quarters with.