Babygro stopped to chat briefly, then muscled his way into the queue for the only food on Campus, leaving the females to include him in their assessment. "Such a sweet guy," said the Cow, as he moved out of earshot. The OMD made a positive assessment of the way his body fitted his clothing, and then both started laughing. The nipple owner leapt unbidden to mind, and conversation turned to male insecurities.
As talent went on Campus, there wasn't an awful lot about, and so it was rather difficult to understand what there was to be insecure about. Of course, there were also sufficient policies in place to regulate against the appearance of hormones, so even where talent was to be found, appreciation was not likely to be expressed. Which was probably just as well, the Cow thought, remembering all the trouble into which hormones had gotten her!
Still, it being the season of goodwill and all, the Cow thought perhaps she ought to put the message out to the Universe that, rattling around on Campus, feeling very sad and lonely, was a Nostril Photographer (sorry, "Freakin' Artiste, OK?") in search of a suitable pair of hips.