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“No. No I am [b]not[/b] getting on that.”

Vincent looked at the cat bus with an expression of disgust. He was still absentmindedly rubbing his sore behind as he and the rest of the Lost Souls were dragged from the Queen’s castle back outside and to this abhorrent monster of a vehicle by Zephy on a quest to this magical kingdom known as Sol, and once he noticed the strange and unnerving bus, the entrance to riding it being through its mouth, Vincent stopped short and simply folded his arms over his chest, refusing to budge. Oh, no. No way was he being some cat’s food. No, screw that. He knew he had asked the Nobody Songbird with a voice of disdain whether Nowhere had any transportation of if he’d have to walk everywhere, but he hadn’t expected this. This was… well, it wasn’t happening. 

“I’m not being some freaky cat thing’s food. No way, nu uh.” Vincent snorted. He turned back around, prepared to walk back to the Queen’s castle and to relax there instead, when he found his path suddenly blocked by the Sol Kingdom’s messenger, Zephy. Vincent blinked, and one brow raised at the hands-on-hips pouting woman, who shook her head from side to side. 

“Get out of my way, short stuff. No way am I riding a stupid bus like tha-”

[b]BAM[/b]

Vincent was jostled onto the bus, his body staggering and swaying to and fro as he almost collapsed onto the floor, but managing to wobble and stagger long enough to reach the very back seats and collapse on top of them. Vincent’s head rose with a groan, his hand rubbing his backside yet again. What on earth was it with all the hits to his rear?! He scowled at Zephy. He’d get her back, just like he did with that prancing ice hipster Haku for making him slip earlier. 

But then his head was thrown backwards to slam into the seat (thankfully it was cushioned, at least) when the bus suddenly jerked up and rose into the air, the cast bus defying all reality [i]even more[/i] to start flying. Vincent screamed and dashed to one of the corners to hold onto the seat in front. 

[b]He was going to be sick.[/b]