South Park: Dragging Me Down

Crying Breakfast Friends

After discovering what American biscuits were actually like and claiming they were actually scones, Pip and Mysterion finished their drinks and ordered some more. A few hours later they were done and preparing to leave. Pip hopped over to the counter. He cleared his throat and waited for Michael to face him.

Slowly, the lanky teen turned around to see the jumpy Brit. "What do you want, limey?"

"Um, hi again. Um, I just wanted to say t-thank you for the tea. It was lovely." he nervously bowed his head.

Michael was taken aback by his polite manners and calmly raised an eyebrow. "Uh, no problem. Come back anytime you feel like it, I guess."

"O-Okay, thank you! Goodbye!" he followed Mysterion to the exit.

"Bye." Michael called after him. He felt himself uncharacteristically smiling at Pip's kind-hearted nature. Catching himself acting like a conformist, he cursed and rolled his eyes, going back to cleaning the silverware for his mother.

Outside, Mysterion and Pip carried on down the street, Pip still feeling as if the day was just a dream. It was surreal. He'd spent the morning with a superhero drinking tea.

How cool was that?

Mysterion, however, was feeling pretty peeved. He was still thinking about what Pip had told him about his living situation. It was totally unfair and he was trying to figure out a way to help him without putting his alter ego at risk.

"What do you want to do now?" Pip asked cheerily, cutting through his inner distress.

"What do YOU want to do now?" Mysterion deflected back.

"Oh! I... um... I-I don't know! S-Sorry, I'm terrible at choosing things!" he hung his head.

"You don't have to apologize for that." the vigilante replied sternly.

"Sorry?"

Mysterion facepalmed. "We can go anywhere you want to. This is your day."

A wishful look crossed the Brit's face. "I'd like to go back to England..." came his deflated response.

"Do... you miss it?"

"Incredibly so..." he sighed. "B-But here is nice too. I just can't think of anything to do! That rhymes." he giggled.

Mysterion smiled. Pip was just too precious for his own good. The Brit oddly reminded him of Karen. They were very similar in many ways. The most obvious being that they both remained pure despite the tragic circumstances surrounding them. Both were treated like crap - he'd seen first-hand how others treated them, yet their positive temperament rarely faltered.

He wished Kenny was more like them instead of the cynical monster that he was.

Mysterion zoned back in the conversation to find Pip mid-ramble. The Brit halted his chatter and gave him a guilty look, thinking that he'd bored his companion into silence. "S-Sorry Mysterion! I-I'm not used to talking so much! J-Just stop me if it gets too much for you, o-okay?" he bit his lip, his face steadily going red.

"That's hardly necessary. I like hearing you talk."

Pip's eyes filled with hope. "Y-You do?"

"Yeah."

Pip bit his lip. "People... people don't really like my voice so I don't really talk that much any more."

"I think you have a nice voice." Mysterion declared in a bid to cheer him up.

"O-Oh! O-Okay!" Pip subconsciously rubbed the scars on his neck.

Mysterion had the feeling his compliment had failed. For some reason, Pip looked more uncomfortable now. The hero's eyes met the saddened Brit's. "That wasn't an insult. I really meant it." Mysterion clarified, stopping him in his tracks. "There was no hidden barb in what I said. I genuinely think you have a nice voice."