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I strumbled upon the cutest bus driver today! I don't think I have seen him before, but he just stopped me as I got on and complimented my hair, saying he would like the same colour for himself. My hair is freaking purple at the moment, and he barely even had any hair on his head to work with... xD Day well made!~

Though he generally liked the idea of animals, the wild type always seemed rather frightening. What if the squirrels bit him? What if he bit the squirrels? But Orrin really wanted his new friend to have a good time, with or without animal attacks. So he simply shrugged Voyager's worries off. "I g-get shot a-a-all the time... I-i-it's fine...", he said, giving a rather awkward thumb up, making it almost seem as if he actually approved of being shot. "U-unless y-you're a-afraid they... Th-th-they shoot y-you too...?"

(Such is the power of purple haired ladies. We are all simply amazing. emotion_dealwithit What if someday, you will find him on more and more buses, until you realise... THAT HE IS DRIVING THEM ALL? *dun dun duuuuhhh* They might be cloning him to create an army of perfct bus drivers... Think about it.

Orrin failed to see the logic in this. Why wasn't it fine? When people saw him, they couldn't know that he wasn't a proper zombie anymore. And even he would shoot a zombie, if he saw one. And if he would have actually owned a gun. Or known how to use one, for that matter. Of course, it did hurt a lot... And he had yet to find a friend who would not ask questions before or after removing the bullets. Friends suck..., he thought to himself, before he realised that he had barely heard half of what Voyager said.

"Uhh... I-i-it's okay... R-really...! We c-can go a-a-any-w-where you w-w-want...", he said, attempting to smile. "A-and if people g-get m-ma-mad, w-we'll hide... B-behind... A ...H-h-house...?" He eyed the vehicle. How would you even hide such an enormous thing? Orrin could barely even hide himself.

(Oh, I wish I could help you there, but... Socially awkwards, unite! ; u ; I barely even talk to my coworkers, half the time. I could even sit silent for ages with my friends, slowly realising that all those conversations were actually kept in my head all along... rofl

Grandpa 13 sounds like a really cool, and insanely cute name for a secret agent of sorts. "Grandpa 13, come in. Grandpa, are you there?" "Yes, this is Grandpa 13 speaking. We appear to have some trouble with the tires... Over." "Grandpa... Did you hit the curb again? Over." "...yes. Over and out." "But Grandpa-" "I SAID OVER AND OUT, YOUNGSTER!"

................................................. I should not be allowed to have imagination.)

This was the part that, strangely enough, had never occurred to the green man. This was a car ride. You do not go for a walk with a car, you ride in it. Even if it talks to you. And, unless you count that friendly bus driver, the only to ever drive him around was his friend Sam. The very same man who recently put a collar on him. And Orrin had a slight memory of him always mumbling something about "endless frustration", "adamantium safety belts" and "why do I keep doing this to myself?"

"O-oh, I... I-I..." The zombie stood there for a moment, fidgeting as he tried to find a decent excuse. "Y-your s-s-seats will g-get dirty...", he then said with a nod. This, even though he was unusually clean at the moment. But Voyager was being so kind to him, and Orrin was already very fond of his newfound friend, so he feared that soon the Plymouth would not be so kind to him anymore. After all, that was what usually happened to his friends, in time.

(This now exists. In my head, it does. Grandpa 13, driver of bus 13. Secret agent under cover, who constantly forgets that he's supposed to be spying and stuff, and just get too caught up in his fake job. "One of the riders of this bus is not who they appear to be... But whom? Is it... THAT OLD LADY WITH THE OVERLY AGGRESSIVE POODLE? It has got to be! I will have to take her down... But first, coffee break~"

HOLD YOUR HORSES! What if he's spying on you? oAo You wouldn't happen to be the leader of a super secret villain agency, would you...? <___<)

"S-seat co-... B-bo-body p-p-p-pa-parts...!?" Orrin took a quick step away from the vehicle. That was one worry he had not had. Until now, that was. When Sqiurus had offered him human remains in the past, he figured it was just one of his rather strange jokes. After all, the guy seemed to joke about pretty bizarre things all the time, and... Waaaaait... Was he ever joking at all? WERE THERE NO JOKES? Holy f- Would this be just like with that one doctor, who claimed to be a good guy like the others, then kept him tied up in his basement for ages? Did he just let another torturous, experimenting maniac of Hell near of his neck...?

The very thought that he might have just fled from someone for bullying him rather harmlessly to wind up in a place where he could actually be killed instead was absolutely terrifying. And yet, it didn't seem so surprising, somehow. Wasn't this just the usual bad luck in the misadventures of the green guy? But Voyager, he was good. He had to be. Just look at him smiling like that! Of course, he was just the sweet car that helped his driver. He would never hurt anyone, right? The poor thing... Orrin suddenly jumped into the Plymouth, closing the door behind him. "L-let's go..." The zombie was determined. His friend was getting a new home.

(We miss you tooooo!~ Whenever you have time, honey. emotion_bigheart )

{lmfao Yes, it needs to happen now! Ironically besides driving the bus, Allen is also one of the guardians of Sing Sing, the prison... And he has wind abilities. xD almost none of the bus drivers in my head are ordinary, One of them is even a sorcerer, Lewis

O.o? Me?? Oh dear... Well if one of them has been spying on me, my apologies for boring them. I mean... I was in trouble for a week with the buses after I walked from work to Ardsley, but that's about as exciting as it gets... :< Hell, I wish one of 'em would spy on me... Least I'd get to hang out with them}

Voyager chuckled at Orrin's horror; he couldn't help it. After living with Sciurus for a time, a little morbid humor was appreciated, even if it wasn't far from the truth. "Heh... Sorry man, nothing to worry about, honest." He was surprised when the gentleman suddenly charged in and took a seat with a holy man's devotion, but there was no mistaking his tone. "Allrighty then, here we go... Wait... Ya think we should leave a note? I mean, he's gonna be pissed anyway but..." He gave a car shrug, leaning to one side with a tire turned out.

{O u O Maybe not? Really can't be sure, can you? Was he gone a lot driving the buses? Did he perhaps come home with many odd tales about his work day? /Getting excited over all sorts of things/ That would be cool! " cool Yep, my grandpa's a secret a- BUS DRIVER! Er... I meant bus driver... yeah..." /shot}

"Hm... Maybe not," Voyager said, thinking. "He'll yell if he needs me... Got yer seat belt on? Safety first and everything." The Plymouth chuckled as his seat was hugged. He hadn't gotten this much attention and affection since Mo was a child. But then the muttering had him concerned. "Heaters? I have heat, are you cold? I'm sorry buddy. There's a blanket back there too. Ya wanna make some cocoa or something?"

Voyager started up his engine and fiddled with dials, even though he needed to warm up first. He only heard part of Orrin's question. "What, me? Eh, I've been around. Lived in Brooklyn for a while... Hung out with the Homestead for a while...I wandered around for the most part."