[Bakugo's never had a problem with Sonic's real form, but if the guy has to leave it on, that's his choice. Guess other people around the city would have an issue, but that's their fucking problem. He emerges from the front of the base, hands in the pockets of his dark jeans, a simple white t-shirt under a brown button-down. A little more since the days are getting cooler. Striding towards the other Outsider, Bakugo tilts his head in indication of the car port.]
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You wanna go in the car or on the motorcycle?