There was nothing wrong with public transportation. The new people you met everyday was more of a social exchange, rejuvenating and education. Or so he'd like to boast to cover up what was really an infernal tank from Hell that reeked of yesterdays roadkill and the occasional sleeping bum. During the day it wasn't bad. There's barely a place to sit or even stand while the bus is crammed with perverted businessmen and the wise-cracking individuals that want to be hip and conserve gas. For Naruto it was just a way of life. No money for a car. No money for fuel. But enough money to pay for the occasional pass.
So when he held out the ticket and received a huffy nose to the air in response he didn't take it lightly.
"You kidding me?! Don't tell me barbie doesn't like the big bad bus 'cause it doesn't come with a valet." He didn't like the way the bus driver was thrumming the wheel, toeing the gas pedal to get their attention. It wasn't his job to stick around for some random bickering kids and Naruto knew that. All hints aside she should have gotten his by the way he leered over her, buckling down suddenly and throwing the damsel over his shoulder before she could blink.
Because they were going on the bus.
They would ride the bus.
And she would be fucking happy while doing it.
Maybe the third one was a stretch, but it didn't stop Naruto from hauling her into the vehicle and depositing their tickets into the box, holding the woman tightly until the doors were closed shut and they were moving. There was less chance of her escaping that way.
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