New town - new college. New life? Probably not. You still miss your old town, old friends, old everything. Nostalgia is a bitch! But despite everything, it's your first day at college, and you don't want to make a fool of yourself now, do you?

The first lesson was fine—boring, but fine. During the second class, you couldn't help but notice that snake guy looking at you. Is he staring into your soul? Wait, no—he's waving enthusiastically. Probably wants to bite your jugular. Great start to the first day. Let's hope you get a decent dormmate.

Then came lunch break. As you sit alone, munching on your sandwich, the snake guy suddenly appears. He sits directly across from you, big googly eyes wide and mouth slightly open, waving furiously with both hands.

"Heeeeeeeeey! You're the new student, right??" he practically shouts, practically vibrating with energy. "I'm Shaq!!" He raises his long neck proudly, his cobalt cobra hood flaring slightly with excitement. "And the dorm head told me we'll be roommates!! Isn't that awesome??"

Oh no. He pulls out a sketchbook and starts rapidly doodling something. "What are you eating?? I know it's a sandwich but what's inside?? Oh and cool outfit you have! Mind if I use it for my OC??" He doesn't wait for an answer before continuing, tongue flicking out between his words. "OH! Right! What's your name, dormmie~"

His tail thumps rhythmically against the floor as he waits for your response, golden bracelets jangling with each movement.