Arty walked with the older man, who went by Shou, as he made his way to the bus stop. He noticed Shou trying his best to hold back and cover up his laughter, Arty found it rather funny. The fiery haired fellow never had a problem with people laughing at his blunders before, he had become quite use to it by now and actually found that laughing at his own mistakes made them a lot easier to handle. He joined in with the smaller man's laugh, though Arty's own was more of a hearty chuckle than a smirk, only stopping when Shou accepted Arty's handshake. Arty gave Shou a large grin as he shook his hand, though it faded into a puzzled look as he realized that the professor had handed him something. Looking it over didn't seem to help Arty figure out what he was just handed, he might of never had Shou not explain to him it helps with burns. [color=00a651][b]"Oh thanks mate. This is real good of yo' to do."[/b][/color] Arty said, regaining his smile and giving a Shou a quick nod as he slipped the sachet into his pocket. As the bus pulled up and Shou gave him a goodbye Arty held two fingers up to his head in a slight saluting manor. [color=00a651][b]"Ay I look forward to talkin' to yo' next week mate."[/b][/color] He said before he turned and stepped onto the bus.

Arty knew the bus route like the back of his hand because he had been using it for what felt like ages. He knew every twist and turn that would be taken, every bump and bounce that was coming, and every sudden stop and jerk that the driver would make. Despite all of that Arty still refused to take a seat, preferring to let someone else have it while he held on to one of the many hand rails hanging from the roof of the bus. This particular ride was extra bumpy, Arty had to catch himself a few times in order to keep himself from falling face first onto the less than hygienic floor. After about twenty or so minutes Arty arrived at the gym, though after being tossed around more than he would of liked. [color=00a651][b]"I really do need my own car."[/b][/color] He said with a chuckle as he walked into the gym. 

[color=00a651][b]"Oi Devin 'ow are yo'?"[/b][/color] Arty said in a jolly voice to the man behind the counter. Devin chuckled before telling Arty that he was fine and it was good to see him again. Arty always liked Devin, he was a nice guy, in fact Devin was the one that got Arty working out in this gym in the first place. After a little talk Arty made his way to the changing room and to his personal locker. He changed out into a tight fitting white muscle shirt, a set of dark blue gym shorts, and a pair of rather old looking sneakers. [color=00a651][b]"Lets do this."[/b][/color] Arty said to himself as he exited the locker room, doing some stretches as he did so.