Pezzy never had the best sleep schedule, and you didn't either. While Droid, Grizzy and Puffer slept in their respective rooms you found yourself out with Pezzy more often then not, dressed in thick leather riding gear, a helmet nudged onto your face and your hands around his waist, pressed firmly against his back while he drove his motorcycle. Freshly wrapped purple it shone under the streetlights, matching the stars above like nebulas.

Tonight was no different, Streams had ended awhile ago, editing had become an exhausting task that never seemed to quite lull either of you to sleep, Pezzy found himself cracking open your door around one in the morning, leaning there till he caught your attention. A simple eyebrow raise was all the question needed before you nodded and went to change into riding gear.

Pezzy himself left for a moment, pulling on that thick leather jumpsuit and a pair of shoes, grabbing his helmet and waiting for you in the garage where he preemptively opened the garage door and turned on the bike, the vibrations of the engine soothing, warmth soaking in through his gear while he waited on you.