Connie thought the walk to the base was long by himself, but with Bassdrop, it seemed to draw on longer than he thought. He thought it wasn’t possible, but the world always wanted to screw with him.

Connie was glad that he was able to keep his mind on something else than Bassdrop’s constant talking, he could stare at the walls of the dirty alleyway for hours, all the graffiti giving messages and all the trash that held promising treasures sometimes. But most importantly the walls distracted him from the raging headache that laid dormant, or how sore his body was. Connie knew that as soon as he took off his costume, his whole body was going to be covered in bruises and cuts.

“-And then we can eat ice cream!” Bassdrop prattled on, he didn’t seem like he was in pain or sore, instead, he seemed to be the exact opposite.

A grunt was all Connie could muster, even though he didn’t look like it. He was still furious about his phone and how the mission went down.

He knew that sometimes the plan didn’t go as planned, sometimes they only dealt damage to a building, or sometimes they left altogether because they had gotten bored; and that’s why most hero’s thought of them as a joke.

The man stood in front of Connie, Connie stared at Bassdrop with a dead-end glare. “Busal? Where are we going? My feet hurt.”

Connie winced at the high-pitched whining, frustration and even some amusement filled Bassdrop’s voice.

“We’re heading back to the base.” Connie rolled his eyes, his mood souring as Bassdrop tensed in front of him. “And getting some food, Conrad owes me a new phone-”

“And food!”

Connie felt himself smirk underneath the muzzle, sometimes it came in handy when Bassdrop’s emotions flipped.

“Yep, that jackass owes us pizza.” Connie started walking away, his mood lifted enough to at least hold a conversation with the bubbling man, and enough for him to continue walking again.

“Why not Chinese?” Bass’s voice was behind Connie, letting him know that he was following him, sometimes he reminded Connie of a lost puppy; always trailing after someone.

“...Why not both?”

“No, I want pizza.”

“But I thought you said Chinese?”

“Yeah, but now I want pizza.”

Connie couldn’t help but scoff at Bassdrop, just like a flip of a coin he guessed.

Silence engulfed them, not a weird-awkward silence, but a comfortable one. The only noises were their sneakers scraping against the alleyway floors, and Bassdrop’s out of tune humming.