The bus thrummed to life in sync with the engine and they were moving again in no time. By now it was raining steadily, a dreary, dull pour that turned the cracked earth to mud shortly. No, Aloise had never noticed Zage drawing him. He would have been asleep on most of the occasions, and he was a rather heavy sleeper. She could have been in his room, at his bedside, all day drawing him, and he mightn't have noticed.<br/><br/>It was only a few minutes after the bus started moving again that Aloise rapidly began changing. There was a sharp, momentary pain as his canines lengthened and sharpened into fangs, and his corresponding lower teeth became slightly more pointed. His skin palled, but in the inadequate lighting, and with his skin already being so fair, one wouldn't notice unless they'd been expecting it. Heat passed through his body, the feeling of his strength and speed returning to him, then vanished leaving his skin as cold as ice. He blinked a few times, as if surprised, and glanced accusingly at the clouds.<span style="font-style: italic">You'd better not run off until nightfall,</span>he thought warningly.<br/><br/>Aloise leaned forward and reached out to grasp Zage's shoulder, her seat being the one before his. "Hey, uh..." he stopped there. If she could feel the chill of his hand through her sleeve he wouldn't need to explain in words.