[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190120/b458a81531631a6916fa9413063c5f80.png[/img][/center][right][sub]Disembarking [@Achronum] [@Hero] [@Scribe of Thoth][/sub][/right]
[color=8585AD]"That's the... magic fight one, right? Never watched it. Sounds like a waste of time."[/color]

Aaron shrugged. [color=f0d705]“To each their own, I suppose.”[/color] He had a sneaking suspicion that Max considered a lot of things a waste of time, prompting him to wonder what the other mage did for a hobby. Maybe he practiced his disinterested scowl in the mirror; it was really quite impressive. 

Suppressing a smirk at the thought, Aaron stood and followed as the bus came to a halt and the vampires disembarked, helped considerably by Max’s aisle blocking and a few glares from Varis that could probably curdle milk. As the few who tried to linger around their group dispersed and the bus pulled away, Aaron was able to get a look around at the town, though he found himself wondering if this was all of it. He knew the town near the Academy was small, but he hadn’t been expecting it to be quite so miniscule; good grief, the whole thing could easily fit inside one of the castle’s ballrooms. It reminded him of the quaint little towns that Dora and Clara’s romantic comedies usually took place in, but he’d always thought those were just small because the films had low budgets. 

Still, what there was of the town was charming: people wandering about, no traffic, all nestled nicely in the woods. A building labeled “General Store”, sat right next to the bus stop, though from this angle Aaron couldn’t see the buildings beyond it. A small cloud of bats, maybe four or five in total, flew low past their heads as he looked around, weaving between each other sociably. As they passed, the bat bringing up the rear of the group dipped particularly low and circled back, looping around the group on the ground and hovering for a moment nearby. When Aaron gave the bat a smile and a polite dip of the head it seemed to remember itself, rushing to catch up with its group and chattering loudly. 

Aaron watched them go with an amused grin before a burst of colour across the street caught his eye. The artwork on the front of the shop in question was so busy that it took a moment for Aaron to find the sign, advertising tattoos and piercings. The sight dropped a stone in his stomach once again, and he tore his eyes away in favour of scrutinizing the alchemist’s shop next door. He had a more-than-sneaking suspicion that the tattoo shop was their destination, but he could at least pretend it wasn’t for a few minutes longer.