Dewey had seen the new kid at the back of a couple of his classes, but not really paid him too much mind since he'd kept to himself. He had enough trouble keeping his own head above water with some of the coursework, and would rather die than admit to Huey that he needed help.

But seeing the new kid outside of class was another matter entirely, and he was bound and determined to befriend, especially since he looked like a kind of species he'd never met before. That was the best thing about Anastara, he'd decided: all the different kinds of people and creatures and ... stuff.

Even the thing that glomped onto his face before he could open his beak to say hi. The tentacles covered one eye, so he blinked out at Phalanx with the one that was unobstructed, and simply waved, undeterred.

He'd had weirder things stuck to his face, but not by much.