The boy cocked his head at the other's question. Considering it for a few seconds, he replied; "A chopper is a type of motorcycle, but it is different from the norm. Either made from scratch or from a modified motorcycle design." He had also pulled out a sketchbook from the backpack he brought on the bus. As he was explaining, he showed him the sketches of sport and racing motorcycles with its more compact built that was mainly used for speed. Flipping a few pages, he showed a few chopper designs with its elongated frame. "But what I do with my stepfather is make custom choppers for people," he added.

He nodded once. Of course he did. Ya had to check the bikes out to make sure they would meet the customer's approval. That usually included making sure the engine ran smoothly. "I have one I finished over break that I need to test out. It'll be my own personal bike after I get out of school. The Academy won't allow bikes or choppers," he said as he closed the book and slipping it back into the backpack.

"I'm Zakeru Tokage, by the way. Known by Lizard to a few," Zakeru said as he introduced himself. "What's your name?"

Zakeru nodded in acknowledgement of his name. But he smiled at his question. "People call me Lizard because it is a direct translation of my last name; which is Japanese. My mother is an immigrent from Japan while my father is a US citizen so I am fluent in both Japanese and English." He wasn't going to add that his biological father was an escaped convict from one of the most heavily guarded prisions in the country. Only a handful of people knew that, and he wasn't about to let anybody else know.

Zakeru inclined his head slightly at her question. The only other person who sounded like what Joey had in his voice was similar to his stepfather. The gray-haired boy almost grinned at the memory. Though, he kept silent when he heard Joey speak again about French verbs and their difficulty. He did grin at that. But when he heard Joey's chuckle and its slight femine sounding ring, Zakeru's orange eyes narrowed slightly in suspiscion. He said nothing about it though.

Zakeru shook his head at the other boy's question. "My mother didn't decided that for me. I did when I was around ten. Some sempai called me a lizard because the colour of my eyes was similar to a species of lizard and the name sort of stuck. But what that sempai didn't know was that my last names means 'lizard.' And I think I am reiterating myself at the moment," he said as he rubbed one side of his jaw.

Ahead of them, the driver chuckled and glanced over his shoulder quickly to look at Joey. "Damn, kid. Your lucky. This is the most I've heard Lizard speak. He must like you or something," he said before catching a glare from Zakeru. The driver chuckled before turning his attention back to the road.

"Keep your eyes on the road, ojī-san," Zakeru growled.

Zakeru leaned back a little more in his chair as he watched the buildings and stuff fly by. His orange eyes drooped slightly as he remembered he didn't get a lot of sleep last night. Though, at Joey's question, he turned towards the boy slightly and said, "Sempai means upperclassman. You would be my kōhai which means underclassman."

Zakeru nodded once and leaned his head back against the headrest of the seat. His legs spread in a relaxed stance though his arms where crossed against his chest. Closing his orange eyes, he hoped to get some sleep in before the rich snobs at the Academy decided to make his life a living hell.

[[ Time skip to when they get to the academy? o3o ]]

[[Yus. ^_^]]

Joey had grown tired after about ten minutes of drawing- she had gotten bed late last night, after all- and had slipped her sketchpad back in her bag, before closing her eyes and drifting off into sleep. Her legs were leaned into the side of the bus, and her head was against the back of the chair. In her sleep, she'd slouched down slightly, and her head was now level with Lizards shoulder, her body twisted into some weird shape as she slept. When the bus jolted to a stop, she sat up intantly and stretched, glancing out the window at their new destination.

Feeling the bus slow and stop beneath him, Zakeru's orange eyes snapped open as he glanced out the window. The buildings of the Academy made Zakeru mutter a very colourful curse under his breath. Though it was in Japanese so Joey wouldn't have to hear it. Sitting up slightly, he pulled up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder as he stood and exited the bus as soon as its doors swung open. Walking to the holding chamber below the bus, he removed his suitcase and duffel back. 

Situating the two, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and pulled one out before lighting it up. He took a long drag of it before exhaling the smoke from his lungs. Relaxing slighlty, he gathered the duffel and the suitcase. Moving over to the stop sign, he stopped and leaned against the metal pole as he waited for the younger boy.

Joey stood up slowly, and was one of the last off the bus. She didn't want to brush up against anyone, just in case they thought something was amiss. Waiting for the crowd of boys now gathered around the hold to thin a little, she glanced up and saw that boy, Lizard, leaning against the stop sign. He must be waiting for someone... she thought. It would hardly be her, would it? They'd only just met.

Finally, the crowd more or less disappeared, and she could get her stuff. Slinging the bag over her shoulder and picking up the suitcase, she glanced back up again. Lizard was still there... alone. She thought he might just have been waiting for her, so she set off towards him, giving a slight wave as she went. Oh, how embarassed she'd be if the person he was waiting for walked up behind her or something! She could hardly imagine it.