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(We miss you too honey, but of course we understand. emotion_bigheart I'm just happy with any time of yours I may get, and you are always worth waiting for~ Wow, this is starting to look like a confession of love... OH SCIURUS, OH SCIURUS, WHEREFORE ART THOU?)

He huffed. Simple enough? I THINK NOT. I will murder Sam for this..., he thought to himself. But of course, he said nothing out loud, afraid that he would not get any help if he didn't behave. Speaking of which, why was he taking so long...? The man was a surgeon, right? This shouldn't take him more than a few seconds. You must be the worst surgeon ever, my friend...

"M-m-my friend...? I th-think so... He i-is... is a-a d-do-doctor, af-after all...", he mumbled, scratching his head. That seemed like a peculiar question, but maybe that was something all doctors thought about? though he could not recall being asked such a strange thing by one before... Then again, they usually asked stranger things. Come to think of it, this was a far more reasonable concern of a medic than 'Do you think I'd be tasty?' or 'Could you open your mouth? I just wondered what colour your tongue is.'

(Ah, I know that feeling... D; I'm barely getting any hours at work myself, except for when they suddenly call and want me in on the very same day or something... It's like, you don't want to be doing them any favours, but you do need to work on your paycheck and take whatever is thrown at you. ^^" Hope things get better soon. <3)

"T-t-tell me about it...", he mumbled in a bitter tone. He was getting rather tired of them, in all honesty. Though they swore to make his life easier, they usually did more of the opposite. When the collar was finally off, Orrin rubbed his neck with a sigh of relief. It felt as if though he could finally breathe again, even though it had never been on very tight. Then his perked, hearing the slightly unnerving comments. "S-s-st-strangle...? But why w-would you..." He sighed. "Neverm-mind..."

(TYPE ALL THE COLOURS! /brick'd Fun drivers is always nice~ I feel like I know too many of the bus drivers here though, since my uncle is one, my ex's father and an old friend of my parents. Even my grandfather was one. xD That sucks though, having your off days stripped away. D: )

Orrin glared at the collar, only now realising what the tag said. "Keep it...", he muttered with a frown. "I-it's stupid.." Though the thought of revenge was slightly tempting. However, with how clumsy he was, he would surely never manage. Even if he did, he might actually strangle his friend on accident, instead. And even if he did get it on his safely, Sam wouldn't have any trouble taking it off on his own. Insanely unfair... And why did he have to write 'Dummy' on it? Actually, why did he put it on me in the first place...? This is unusually cruel, even for him... Could he have seen the back of the mean tag, he would have known. Luckily, he was happily unaware. Or, maybe not that happy, after all... "M-maybe you sh-should wear it...?", he said to the Doc, rather rudely.

(Oooooh, well that's nice~ As long as you're happy, I'm happy. emotion_bigheart ...This is starting to sound weird again, isn't it? xD)

The green guy failed to understand the joke about whips, which was probably for the better. Had he ever realised that this accessory, which was so forced upon him, could be considered to be kinky, he would have probably spent weeks moping in a dumpster, somewhere. "Hmm...? W-w-why...?", he asked, as if Sciurus would somehow, magically know. Then again, he did seem to know a lot of things...

(Oh, I know precisely what you mean! There are some people that simply mean so much to you, even more so than some you might know better. It gets especially strange over the web though, when you sometimes aren't sure whether to be worried or glad for someone who hasn't been around as much as they usually are. I remember a certain Prince giving me a near heart attack by telling me that someone hadn't used either their Gaian or Skype account in a while, and hadn't said much of why. xD DAMN YOU, PRINCE! This is why it's nice to know what people are up to, so you will always know that they are doing okay~ emotion_bigheart )

Orrin squint his eyes at the numbers, trying to make them out. He had most certainly seen them before, or at least heard them, as they were shouted at him over and over on several occasions. Though he had never managed to learn the number by heart, as his friend so often begged him to do, he would recognise it anywhere. With a frown, he replied. "I-it's... n-no-nothing... Throw it... awa-away..."

(That is so adorable! ; u ; I remember our bus drivers would often let kids keep the money, back when they still took cash. Always with a line the likes of 'Buy yourself some candy instead, that's a lot more fun', and with your parents sighing and facepalming behind you. ^^" Made many days of my youth!~)

"W-w-why are you s-st-staring a-at me like... th-th-that..?", he asked nervously, feeling even more uneasy by the minute. "Ju-j-just throw it... it away al-already...", he mumbled in return, somewhat annoyed. As he rather not discuss it any further, he simply slid past Voyager and threw himself over the couch. After all, he had walked for quite a while to get there. And looking at the Plymouth made him think of the comfy seats he must be hiding within, making the couch behind him seem even the more irresistable. "D-d-do real people even... have en-enemies...?", he asked, somewhat hesitantly. A strange question, perhaps, coming from someone who believed in cartoons...

(It's like he has a secret bestie! Lucky guy~ emotion_bigheart I can almost imagine him wondering where you've went if you would some day miss the bus. "The Bus Driver, a story of love and friendship, where you least expect it.")

The entire speech only made his head hurt. And the only thing he really got out of it, was that Sciurus probably did have quite a lot of them, earning him such expertise. One thing he did get though, was a very simple, and ever so pleasant word. "Fo-food...?", he said, sitting back up, with eyes that seemed to suddenly spark alive. "C-c-can I have s-some...?", he asked, as if it hadn't already been offered to him, or as if though he thought that he might have been tricked. And for some reason, he was speaking more to the vehicle than its driver, as he thought that the car was making a whole lot more sense than the surgeon.

(No, I can picture it now... He's just sitting there, all day, driving that good ol' nus of his. But each time that he stops the bus to let people on and off, his eyes are wander off into the distance, as he begis to day dream about what his secret crush has been doing, while not riding the bus with him. Tragic, really. His heart is aching. Trust me, I'm a poet. I know these things. cool )

Orrin was simply staring at them, his mind drawing a total blank. He wasn't usually allowed much of a choice when it came to food, especially not when he was living on his on. Although, their little argument did nbring something to mind... "T-t-to-toast...?", he carefully asked. And with some slight hesitation, he went on. "Wi-w-with p-peanut butter a-a-and... and je-jelly...?"