Why a lavender sweatshirt? Did they think it would match his hair well? It wasn't that he found the color offensive, it just... wasn't quite... well, it could be worse. The jeans took a few moments to dress in, since the zipper and bindings were rather different to the sorts of clothes he was used to, but not so strange that he required help.

Thus donned in an unmanly but color-coded fashion, he was herded with his breakfast bag onto one of the large, grumbling vehicles. It reminded him vaguely of dragon technology, which was an unpleasant thought, but certainly could be worse.

Xelloss spied his roommate sitting near the front of the bus, but he was talking to someone already, so Xelloss headed to the back. There he spied another familiar face, and with a wide smile sat down beside Zelgadis, pinning the ex-chimera between the wall of the bus and Xelloss himself.

"Very invigorating weather, isn't it?"