A group of three students often seen together lounging near a window and the one with the most appendages sticking out of his body, the one who beat even the six of the centaur with his seventeen additional eyestalks, even on the windowsill itself. "Still Hugh, I don't get why the Dean would do it that way. I really, really don't", the one with an ocular overabundance shook his head, his large single eye covering most of his forehead closing to show some of his exasperation. "It'd be more fair for the gal to know what she was here for before she was thrown at it head first, even if she only got to know once she made it here." The other two figures, the centaur that stood taller than the elevated figure even without any help and the much more ordinary looking person on the side both giving the annoyed one a polite, but dismissing chuckle.<br/><br/>"Oh come on now Lawrence, a few hours here or there. And who knows, she might even like it better if she doesn't have to dread what's going to happen all day long", the voice of the hulking half-beast figure suggested back, rather clearly on the side of the bass. It fit his aesthetic, the muscle that was built upon muscle that came easy to one whose lineage had more in common with a draft horse than the more common plainsrunner that many others seemed to stem from. The backlit figure shook his head as his answer, puffing air through his nose just as well. They'd gone over this a few times now. The two Lawrences and Hugh. For a reason that had to do with the last member of the group.<br/><br/>After all, Hugh was one of those people who would be sharing the room with the new gal. One of the more human looking of the university, or at least in the traditional sense. Sure, one might notice things were off if they looked to him carefully, but it wasn't so simple to tell a masquerading slime creature apart when their core happened to be rather adept at granting them the masque of a man. And while the other two were still busy with their argument, Hugh had glanced over his shoulder and seen the Dean himself, raising a hand to quiet the other two down. After all, it was a case of judging a decision made by the very man passing by. "Guys, I think that means I'm late", he pointed out, waving a quick goodbye to his friends. "See you after classes, or was it during? Eh, I have the memo here somewhere. I'll find where I have to be!" he called over his shoulder and took off in a jog towards the dorms. He would just have to see what the newcomer was like. There had been enough wait and excitement over it!<br/><br/>And so the third person to be in the room at the same time entered through the door, doing a quick check over the space. Lo and behold,<u><i>the girl</i></u>had had enough time to settle at least partially already, and apparently Ed hadn't managed to completely drive her away. "Hi new blood! I'm Hugh!" he announced himself, turning to Ed afterwards, "and good morning to you too Ed." It was nothing unusual for Hugh to be up at stupid o'clock. Such things happened when one didn't sleep as people usually did. The Lawrences? Other such early birds. Made bonding simple. Hugh took a few steps closer to the woman in the room and offered her his hand for a shake. If one looked at him, the word that'd easily come to mind would be oval. Mostly everything about him was oval. Not round, he wasn't that fat looking, but with the jersey and trousers and other clothes being what size they were, Hugh had to compress himself a little. Thus this proper human look of his was always a little on the chubby side, but nothing that major. There was a little too much give in his fingers, but it was often easily attributed to "fat" where there truly was only more of the substance he was built of. But for the purposes of masquerading, it served him just fine. The skin colour he picked for himself was a light caucasian sprinkled with a bit of red from exertion at all times even if he wasn't doing much, and his eyes were brown, easily gleaming with a bit of fluid going over the fronts to bring the right effect in. And his hair, it was ear length, darker brown and always looking like he'd split it near the left side of his head and gelled everything in place with more than enough of the stuff. Again, it'd pass for something that people actually did, if a little memorably.<br/><br/>His curiosity hardly stemmed, his eyes bounced over the many new pieces of decor in the room, and he picked up a particular few from the selection. Yeah, that was Sephiroth, everyone's favourite villain, and that was Ganondorf. Classics, both of them. But then there were a pair that actually caught his eye and he just had to lean closer. "Hold on, you've got Psaro over here? And Corvus? Man I wish I could go over the Chapters of the Chosen again, but I can't really run roms on campus computers for obvious reasons… and I don't think my old piece of junk can handle the shipping. It's screen was already refusing to light up half the time before I got here…" he fell to reminiscing for a moment before realising he was probably leaning a little too close and drawing back. "Right, sorry about hopping right on the memory lane. I'll just start collecting my stuff. Got gymnastics after classes, and I couldn't go rummaging around while this place was in other use", he chuckled. And gathering his things he would get to, displaying the nimbleness that would be required for the activity he suggested he'd be doing despite the apparent body structure.