They Can Wait.

What a Sight

Destination: Somewhere not Megalopolis
Time: Roughly 8pm

Finally coming to his senses properly, Rock awoke with some confusion to his brother's question. Not going to make his superior sound stupid, he thought and then raised his arm to hold the side of his neck. Whatever happened after that... thing... blasted them, man did that landing hurt. Finally, Rock had an answer, though this was more like a few seconds after Proto asked,

"Uh... I don't know."

Bass, who had also come to his senses, let out a simple "Ah.," before Rock continued.

"It's English though, so some good news."

Bass released some bitter laughs and, in his ever growing genius of bluffing, added, "Wonderful, English. Something we are not fully integrated in."

Proto, knowing Bass' home life with the Questionable Parent, retorted, "Relax, Forte, we'll be fine."

This made our lovely lad in black and gold armor whip his head to the group and snap out, "Well don't mock me for being blunt!"

Truth be told, Bass knows English pretty well. Reading it, anyway. He's always grown a disdain to speaking it, both for childhood reasons and because good god that language is so confusing to him. Something Proto knew, which made him get rather ticked by the reply and grow irritated.

So Proto got to his feet rather slowly as Rock dictated, "Guys." The last thing needed to the rather tiny leader right now was a fight. Yet, as Proto advanced to Bass and Bass replied with a near warning growl and a squint on his eyes and face, Rock continued to try and de-escalate everything.

And they're arguing more. Neat.

That's it.

With one final rather loud command of "GUYS," Rock snapped.

"STOP ARGUING!!!"

Both of the Wily/Wily-Light siblings snapped their heads and shouted, "WHAT?!?!" They had forgotten how much of a stubborn ass they both were. So, Rock finally let out a sigh of irritation mixed with a little sleep deprivation. Finally, they can focus on something.

"Let's look around for context clues, find out where we are since we lost signal overnight," Rock declares to the both of them who now are determined. Huh, Bass is... Taller? And is that... Eyeliner? Ignoring this, Rock continues on a series of things to look out for, mainly any citizens or any wildlife to help them. Maybe even a landmark, he is but a summer child with some better navigation skills.

Bass is not hearing a single thing though, his processor and coding went smooth again. Not because he is mentally not there though, no, quite the opposite.

See, Rock and him had been together for a while now. After all, Rock introduced him to the Light family about 4 years ago and they dated for about 2 years with Bass knowing him for 3 years. And man.

Rock was stunning.

So stunning that Bass softly muttered, "... How do you do it..." Because let's be honest, the shorter guy knows how to control situations of unease, and Bass knows this all too well. However, like the notorious shrew he is, when Rock turned and asked "What," Bass darted his eyes to the citylights to their side and quipped a "Nothing" with a tiny oop. He then returned focus and added, "That is a good idea."

His simping ass was NOT listening, but Rock was quite flustered with a simple thought:

*Oh no. Compliments.*

See, he thought Bass was hard to impress, but Rock could not be more wrong.

Proto finally got his shield on his back and focused his attention on the two near him who heard him and turned to face him, both in their own dilemmas.