<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4b/02/42/4b024225317d660c10c1354e6c9c80be.jpg)</div><strong>Where:</strong>Nevermore Dining Hall<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Nyx, Scarlet open<br/><hr/><br/>"Shoulda stuck with the Asian chick," Tara teased with a wink. "I don't think Uncle Vlad is gettin'<em>anybody</em>laid..." Another strip of deli meat vanished into her apparently insatiable maw as she thought about what Nyx had told her. It made sense, of course, that if you'd been born Outcast, you might not have that much experience with normies. Some could pass, some couldn't, at least not so well. And as she'd learned in class, the fear went both ways- though she found it hard to believe that a normie could be as afraid of tiny, fluffy, cheery little Nyx as they seemed to be of humans.<br/><br/>"Does it hurt?," she asked, abruptly. "I mean, when you change?  I'd think rearrangin' all the bits would sting a bit." Tara remembered what pain felt like, vaguely. One good(?) thing about her change was not having to worry about that any more. She also couldn't help wondering if Nyx could change more than just their face. What a date<strong>that</strong>would be, switching off...Jeez, was she a totes slut, or what?<br/><br/>Before Nyx could answer, another mini rolled up to the table, this one a mouthwatering blonde, and asked if she could join them. "this is a chair, that's your butt- introduce the two," Tara chuckled, using her foot to shove the chair next to her out a bit from the table. "I'm Tara, and the cute cotton ball over there is Nyx." Jeez, the blonde was even shorter than Tara, by a fair bit, which made her absolutely tiny next to Nyx. "But if we're not careful, I think peeps'll start thinkin' we're all secret leprechauns.  Hey-<em>are </em>there leprechauns?  That'd be wicked cool..."