[h2]Bawen Coridell[/h2]
Never before had Bawen been so appreciative of his lack of stature than in the crowded confines of the courtyard. The train ride had been tolerable enough, despite being forced into the company of his own kind. He quietly shuddered, remembering an odd spider like...boy, he decided, who seemed to be not quite all there. Thankfully, he vanished into the crowd as he watched the odd arachnid turn his attention to another poor soul. Though he slipped under the sight of most of the humans, his horns did draw one or two odd looks, prompting a quick mumbled apology from the chimera before he was quickly forgotten. Normally his sense of of propriety would be screaming at him for so much as daring to stand anywhere but the fringes of a room, but he permitted himself an indulgence just this once. There didn’t seem to be a conversation anywhere in ear shot, but he could hardly hear the film being played as his own heartbeat attempted to deafen him.

 It was nice to stand among them, only to be ignored. At home, even the servants stared at him with thinly veiled disgust (not that he blamed them). But here? There were far more vulgar examples of his kind. Hell, when compared to the administrator he was almost...-the thought stops there. He scolded himself for letting himself get carried away. The humans around him were already being so kind as to ignore his little transgression into what was, by right, their territory. Thinking their indifference was in anyway akin of acceptance was just spitting in the face of that kindness. 

He remained quiet as the tour group shambled inside, only numbly registering Volkova’s explanations. Silently he noted he would need to return later that night to begin reading through what records he was permitted in their entirety. If he was lucky, he could have them memorized and transcribed to his own documents within two to three months, class work pending. 

Obtaining food, however, was the current challenge. More specifically was doing so without inconveniencing someone, and there were one or two false starts before he was finally sandwiched between two chimera’s in the queue. He was surprised to find Airelosian sea food, though it did not smell like it had back home. Despite concerns about the freshness of it, he resigned himself to a small helping of what smelt to be shrimp gumbo. 

He eyed it suspiciously as he exited the line, looking for a place to sit before catching sight of a mop of white hair. The girl was odd. Human, definately. But there was a wraith like beauty about her. He was about to walk over and take a seat when his earlier transgression pushed itself back into his mind, his face flushing in shame before he quickly scanned the room.

 A small bubble of relief allowed itself to burst in his chest as he spotted the other chimeras congregating in the southeast corner of the the cafeteria. If nothing else, they seemed civil enough not to inconvenience the humans while eating….or failing that, were smart enough to understand proximity to their slop trough was a good thing. He was no more than three feet from sitting down near a dog chimera, currently being petting by...some sort of turtle girl(he guessed?) long since removed from her bestial heritage but still bearing its taint all the same, before the boy erupted into an impressive tirade. 

[color=green]"IF YOU EXCUSE ME SOLDIER, I WILL CONTINUE TO ENERGIZE MY BODY. YOU ARE WELCOME TO JOIN AS A FELLOW STUDENT."[/color]

It took all Bawen’s self-control to choke back the small bleat of surprise that half way escaped him. He looked about nervously, his fear confirmed that a few humans had noticed and were visibly agitated by the outburst.  He needed to distance himself from this social SNAFU, and do so now. His brain raced as he looked for a way out, eyes darting back and forth between the white haired human and the dog chimera. 

He decided the best course of action was to answer him as though it had been a question. He locked eyes with the canine his voice an almost breathless rasp as it escaped him. [color=33FFFF]”Never in a thousand years, you worthless half breed.”[/color] he said, each syllable almost dropping through the floor as he spoke.  He turned and made a calm, but faster than he intended, bee line to the white haired human. He takes the seat opposite of her wordlessly, staring into his gumbo as though it would tell him his future. Well...it smelt of gumbo, atleast. 

[@Rekaigan][@HokumPocus][@Jay Kalton]