The dorm room was filled with the sounds of copious panting, as Cerys got a good look at the girl she would be living with for the next twelve months.
“Hi, I’m Cerys.” The goth greeted hesitantly, not sure if the girl was even paying attention.
The fellow occupant was doubled over, hands on her knees, when suddenly she whipped herself upright, yanking her very top-heavy body upright. “Megan…” she replied breathlessly, “Oh god I hate these stairs…”
Clearly stairs would be a problem for your shoulders if you were hauling a metric ton of sweater puppies up and down them. Good lord those things didn’t even look real! Cerys recognised Megan’s face from orientation in her freshmen year, but clearly some excess snacking had hit her clean in the chest and hadn’t stopped. Not that the rest of her was perfectly slim, there was a hint of pudge to Megan’s belly, and her face was certainly more soft than thin. But to be that winded just from the stairs? Seemed Megan wasn’t at Buttercombe for their track & field…
The goth’s theories were confirmed when Megan prioritized sitting her backside down in the couch rather than go and take her case to her room.
“Oh god I needed this…” Megan purred as she slung her head back, flame-red locks flowing over the back of the couch.
“Rough day?” Cerys asked, sliding onto the couch with her.
“You have no idea…” Megan moaned, before leaning forward. “Do you know how heavy these things are!?” She asked, gesturing to her chest.
“Clearly not…” Cerys replied, put off a little with Megan almost thrusting her colossal jugs at her.
At this point Megan leaned forward and grabbed one of the welcome baskets, digging her well-manicured hand in and producing a muffin. “It feels like I have lead on my chest *oomph*…” Megan began, the rest of her sentence muffled with baked goods.
“I got none of that… don’t speak muffled.” Cerys replied.
Megan nearly choked, gagging on her food. “That was funny, but not when I’m eating haha!”
“Just being me hehe…” Cerys laughed, a little awkwardly. “Sooo what kinds of things do you like?”
Megan pondered on her answer for a moment (or maybe it was to sneak in another welcome muffin). “I like movies, TV, online videos…” It seemed like Megan was basically listing everything she could while sitting on her ass and doing very little, but at least she seemed aware of it. “I also like snacking, and ignoring my mom when she calls me fat…”
“*Snort*” Cerys liked that one.
“I’ve also been on a big fantasy series kick recently.” She added, “Been streaming all sorts of shows after this really long series I was watching ended.”
“Oh I was watching that too!” Cerys chimed in, “The ending was such a total let down!”
“I know right!?” Megan replied, gesticulating wildly in indignation of the poor writing. “They threw out years of character development for shock factor!”
“Well at least every other company and their mom wanted to cash in and started making fantasy series of their own.” Cerys pointed out. “So a win-win for us I guess… sucks for the writers though.”
“True… just wish I hadn’t got invested in it… I even bought t-shirts for it…” Megan sighed.
Cerys’ interest was piqued. “Oooo did you bring any?”
Megan smiled. “Sure! Let me just finish this basket and I’ll open up my case.”
It seemed Cerys had hit a point of interest between them, good thing too. The goth was initially worried that they had nothing in common.
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