[ 👽 ] -- Waiting at a bus stop. An annoying, but necessary, part of life. Someone such as Iseul, who was both without a car and the money to buy one, knew this just as well as anyone else. Palms pressed against the knees of his jeans, in order to keep legs from bouncing anxiously up and down. Usually, he was not this worked up, residing along the lines of stillness, rather than active. But someone was sitting next to him, and no one else was around. The pressure to make conversation rose up in his throat, practically choking him. Iseul knew that most didn’t want to hear what he had to say, yet words came out anyway, before he could stop himself.