It was the first day.<br/><br/>It was a 3 day train ride to Greyman Preparatory School from where his current foster family lived. The socioeconomic state was already leaps and bounds better than the slums he was used to living in even if his old high school was fairly prestigious by contrast. Jetlagged from the trip, Rascal van Halen hauled a suitcase that seemed too large for someone his size to be carrying in addition to a backpack. It wasn't that he was particularly short; he just wasn't very large, standing at about 5'8". And being fairly sleek looking with a jacket on when his rippled physique wasn't exposed didn't help the image. Still, he seemed unfazed by the weight of it. Rascal arrived a bit later than some of the other students and he already felt eyes boring into him from every direction. This was already different than he was used to; not only was this a co-ed school, but it was populated by a seemingly uncountable multitude of various non-human species. It was clear he was in the distinct minority. The attitude of the crowd as a whole was ambivalent, but it was like he could feel it coming off of them. There was a great deal of bitter eyes and even a few gestures that spoke loud and clear: he wasn't welcome here. By contrast though, there was probably just as many staring in intrigue and fascination; in some cases, overt fetishization. The stares were enough that most people would buckle to it, but Rascal was a pretty boy who grew up in the ghettos and had long learned to stand his ground. Standing up straight without an ounce of intimidation present on him, his scintillating aquamarine eyes scanned the crowd and he made the bold move of making eye contact with all of the people staring at him to show that he wasn't afraid.<br/><br/>Rascal wasn't particularly small, but compared to some of these monsters, he was like a Lilliputian. He had to admit that there was a certain novelty to this; the beings around him were so alien to anything he'd ever experienced. It looked like cliques were already in place, and Rascal knew no one yet. He was used to feeling alone, like the world was against him -- but the stakes seemed enhanced. When the principal spoke, he expected to feel less watched, but when he spoke about humans attending the school, the staring seemed all the more potent. It was hard not to feel defensive, but he felt that way the first day he attended his fancy schmancy school back home too. Still, the student who spoke after the principal seemed enthusiastic for people like him to be there and she asked that he come see her afterwards. He figured that it was worth speaking to her at least. Not like he knew anyone else here.<br/><br/>As he tried to make his way through the crowd with his hefty suitcase swingin over his shoulder, he continued to feel the stares on him. Undaunted, he pressed on until he felt a hand the size of a baseball mitt swat him over his plump ass accented by his distressed jeans. As he spun around to see a leering, drooling troll woman nearly twice his height, he seamlessly quipped,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">"Hey, hey! Watch the merchandise!"</span><br/><br/>As he spun around though, his suitcase whacked into a huge figure behind him that he didn't even notice somehow. The troll's face morphed into what looked akin to fear and he saw her quickly backpedaling as everyone else around him started to quickly move away from him. Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, he began to slowly turn around with one hand extended like he was in the dark. When he finally finished turning, his hand bumped a positively oversized mammary of a pure-black skinned creature with no eyes but the mouth of a great white shark. Rascal's pupils dilated as he blushed and quickly pulled his hand away whilst taking a step back, but maintaining his ground.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">"Oh, man,"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:ffaacc"> Rascal said earnestly but with no sign of intimidation in his voice, while his peripherals took in that no one was standing near him anymore but they were still watching intently to see what would happen. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)">"I'm sorry about that. I didn't see you behind me. My suitcase didn't hurt you, did it?"</span>