A rather psychotic looking blonde boy came bounding out of the crowd as they made the gradual move up to their dorms, stopping beneath Chantrea’s crate as he passed her. 

[color=007236]"Before I go and dump all my shit in my dorm, I'm just going to say, you look beautiful my dear!”[/color] he began chirping. The young woman was slightly stunned, but then came to her senses and braced herself for what she expected was most likely following. 

[color=007236]“Those curvey legs, that plump figure in such a tight outfit, my god, I will not lie to you my porcine princess, you pull off that outfit with a B+! Just don't eat any hamburgers, okay, dear? Cannibalism is illegal you know~!" 
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[i] Aaaaaand, there it is. [/i] 

Chantrea contemplated snapping back with something witty and equally vexing, but the unhinged character soon went skipping off past the rest of the crowd, his blonde mop bobbing up and down, so the young woman decided it was probably best not to. 

She’d been putting up with tasteless fat jokes her entire life, and they hardly stung anymore, but the atmosphere in the Sanctum was different in many ways to the above world, one of which was that past prejudices were seemingly forgotten in the closely-knit environment, so it had been a while since Chantrea had had to endure any snide comments about her weight. [i] Whatever. [/i] Its not like she needed the approval of kids who looked like they belonged in a straitjacket to feel good about herself. 

The dark haired heckler from earlier was next to stop by the pile of boxes which Chantrea was perched atop. 

"I think you and I are going to be great friends. Maybe something more." She sneered, blowing her a kiss. 

Chantrea watched her walk away, a light flutter of something gently fidgeting about in the pit of her stomach. [i] Oy! Eyes on the prize, Tascroix [/i] she inwardly scolded herself. 

"By the way, I already had a job," the dark haired girl called back at her. 

“What was that? Modelling Victorian fetish gear?” Chantrea shot back, failing to repress a smirk. 

She watched the crowd continue to amble past, a great group of teenagers shambling beneath her crates. 

[i] I’ll wait for them all to clear off, then I’ll head to the dining room [/i] she told herself [i] Might as well get there whilst they’re still serving the good stuff [/i].