Kaiholo listened closely to you, a smile growing on his face as you spoke.
"Really makes you think, doesn't it?" Kaiholo began, finally breaking his silence, "Maybe we're more powerful than we think we are."
Before the conversation could continue, the bus pulls up to the stop, the brakes squeaking slightly. The eight of you pile into the bus as the sound of the rain grows muffled, but the neon lights from the outside stubbornly glowed as brightly as before, even through the slight fog of the clouds.
I step up on the bus, the white lights illuminating the seats burn my eyes. A few people were scattered in spots far away from each other, and they all avoided eye contact. For a moment I wonder of their stories.
The backseat welcomes me as the most room was always in the back. I place my small luggage into a compartment that whisked away into an unknown area, allowing only trust to ensure my belongings were safe. I settle down in the window seat, directing my eyes at the boys to see who would decide to take the place alongside me. The wear of the cushion felt uncomfortable, as I sunk in a little too far and felt the rigid metal structure under the fabric.
Dude what's even going on anymore
He watched with the sort of envy none of the others could ever understand. As you take your seat, the rest of the boys promptly find their own spots and sit down. The hum of the bus creates an all too familiar white noise paired with the rain. As the doors clamped shut, the engine hisses and the bus begins to move forward. Something in the air of the inside of the bus shifts as the scenery slowly descends.
You never really traveled long distances all that much, so you can't recall the last time you've been on a flying bus. Jean, Anubis, Roger and Eddie seem unphased, but Yuki and Kaiholo appear at least a little uncomfortable. You're not sure if it's safe to stand up while the bus is moving, but Eddie and Yuki are sitting far enough away where a conversation with them would be better if you got up to sit closer to them.
