Paris smiled listening to them talk about music. Everyone certainly did have different reasons for listening to music. So... what was his? He couldn't say it simply made him feel better, or calmed him down. No, it wasn't like that. He chuckled at himself a bit. Was it so wrong to just like beautiful things? He pulled his legs up to his chest and let the air from the car vents hit his face, his eyes closed as they talked about Lulu's room number. It wasn't that Paris didn't care, he just wasn't worried. He knew he'd be able to find Lulu should he want his company. Still... He took in a deep breath and glanced over at Marc. Paris couldn't put his finger on it, but for some reason Marc set him on edge. Maybe it was because Marc seemed... difficult. Only liking one thing when it fits his mood. Paris' eyes changed from a clear blue to a foggy cyan, the smile fading from his lips. He'd dealt with too many picky people in his life. He didn't think Marc was picky, he just... He sighed and shook his head. No need judging before you've even given it a chance. 

Paris put on a big grin and leaned into the conversation. [b]"We should exchange cell numbers and stuff. That way, we can contact each other easily."[/b] He told them, grinning. [b]"Oh and... uh... Marc. Do you remember what room number we are? I kind of... forgot."[/b] He asked his roommate, his cheeks flushing red out of embarrassment.