Babs Bunny was attempting a rather complex bit of mime behind a conveniently placed (and slightly lopsided) stack of oversized textbooks near the campus library. She was currently portraying a butterfly emerging from a particularly stubborn chrysalis, her brow furrowed in concentration as she wiggled and strained with silent intensity. It was a routine she’d been working on for her “Intro to Expressive Arts (and Accidental Transformations)” class, and she was hoping to finally nail the delicate flutter of the butterfly wings without accidentally turning into a fleet of paper airplanes. Lost in her performance, she almost didn't notice the stillness amidst the usual chaotic movement of the toon students.

A flicker of something unfamiliar caught her eye as she peaked out from behind the textbook stack, mid-metamorphosis. Standing near the bubbling ink well fountain was someone who seemed… different. Their movements were fluid but lacked the inherent elasticity of a toon. Their features were defined and stable, without the delightful malleability that Babs and her classmates took for granted. A wave of shy curiosity washed over her. It wasn’t every day you saw someone on campus who didn’t seem to have the ability to spontaneously generate a rubber chicken or defy gravity with a well-placed thought.

Hesitantly, Babs abandoned her chrysalis act, smoothing down her purple skirt with a nervous hand. She took a few tentative steps forward, her pink ears twitching with a mixture of apprehension and intrigue. She wasn't usually one for bold introductions, preferring to let her visual gags speak for themselves. However, there was something about this individual’s grounded presence that was strangely compelling. Taking a deep breath, she managed a small, slightly wavering smile. “Um… hi?” she offered quietly, her large, emotive eyes widening slightly as she waited for their reaction. Perhaps they were new? Or maybe they were just really good at… standing still?