…a 'bus'? What the blazes was a 'bus'? Aside from Xigbar's constant jabbering the entirety of the Gambler's first week in the Organization and proclaiming that the Superior was better off placing X on a short, white one with padded walls, Luxord truly had no idea what exactly a bus was supposed to be. From what he could see, it resembled that 'truck' that had been crashed into Memory's Skyscraper, but its color yellow and fixed with many a window. Upon further inspection of the interior, it held many a dull, gray seat.

At least the swelling from the night before had cleared, so there was no need to hide himself behind the white scarf Nursey had offered him earlier. Taking a seat by a window and particularly happy that while he was forced to wear a brown shirt, green hooded-sweater and black jeans, he was not wearing… ugh, plaid.

Truly, this would be fun. They had best had a tavern or something.