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He liked to be left alone first thing in the morning. In the past, he was what one would called a "morning person", but his new land-dwelling circumstance had left him in a less than ideal situation. While he did have the benefit of being able to sleep while submerged in water, it was not the sea - nor was it spacious. It sounded minor, but it made his first few hours awake more difficult than it should be; fuzzy thoughts, a throbbing headache and drowsiness. To that end he'd learned how to fade into the background to the best of his ability, sitting somewhere in the bus that left him undisturbed other than whomever sat beside him. 

Of course this social camouflage technique of his would only last so long as he was in a crowded bus and not really moving.  Dual-lidded eyes blinked at the bus came to a halt and he reached up to take his earbuds out. He did not know of this land-bound musician "Killer Mike" until the day before, when his caretaker had given him an album, but the "Killer Mike" had made a positive impression on the Atlantean even if he could not understand the subject matter of the music. 

Standing and making his way quietly out of the bus was enough to draw enough stares during his first year, and it was no different this time around. A few glances at his finned fingers, long ears and noseless features, but he did not blame them this time either. He let out a deep breath, the flaps of dark skin on his neck lifting and showing their gill-like nature. 

[i]Another year[/i], he thought, moving towards the gymnasium. Time to get it over with.