((Part of Poke-Shuffle))
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OH SHIT BOSSMAN’S HERE.
MISSION LICK ARCHER TOO
ABORT ABORT
I’m not sure I understand the meaning to this.
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smokefiend replied to your photo/CONTROLS OOC FANGIRL SQUEAK.Oh no, please, go ahead :3
I’m a closet Giovanni lover. Nngh.
We all are. And we have good reasons to be xD
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He tried to keep his expression neutral, but he felt slightly threatened by the idea that someone might just be sniffing around his position. Why else would Giovanni suggest something like that? He knew there were kids itching to work their way up and maybe even usurp the Executives, but he figured they’d all try for the hoity toity jobs, like Ariana or Archer.
“Ya know I got ya back.” He replied, keeping his eyes trained on the Boss. He wasn’t going to waiver beneath the stern gaze, but he couldn’t help the tic of trepidation that scratch at him.
“I ain’t one to disappoint ya’, Bossman.” He gave the Boss a sloppy grin.
Giovanni answer with a tired smile, and rested his back on the chair.
“I know you’re not.”
He closed his eyes, still with the faint smile in his lips.
“You can go now, Petrel. Thank you.”
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He watched the Team Rocket Boss curiously, wondering what exactly he might have roped himself into. He hated these little mind games, it was one of the main reasons he began to have difficulties talking to Archer. They read between lines, even if there wasn’t much to be read.
“I improve, I just don’t have the mind to improve to a point where bein’ connivin’ and back stabbin’ to get to some position that I probably ain’t going to be consistent with.” He gave another shrug, his signature slump becoming a bit more straight.
“So no sir, it ain’t my case. Like I said, you ain’t got much to worry ‘bout.”
“You need to keep going up on your own path.”
He kept his eyes on the hat.
“I’m not worried you would try to take Archer’s position, or even mine. I’d be worried if you were not interested in defending yours.”
Putting the hat back where it was before, Giovanni raised his eyes to Petrel, looking at him again.
“You are one of the few people I trust. I know you, along with the other Executives, will always stay true to Team Rocket’s objectives, and work towards its growth. I just want you to stay at the top of your skills.”
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He walked to the end of the table, facing the chair respectfully. He gave a lazy shrug, shaking his head.
“Nah sir. Ain’t into that rulin’ business. Ain’t got the business sense like you do. Shit would go to hell first day I’m in that chair.” He smirked.
“You ain’t got no qualms with me, sir. I ain’t got no ambition for high status.. beyond what I got anyway.” Not like he was that high up anyway, he was the lowest of the Execs and was probably the only one still required to do manual labor and field work. He liked it though, he enjoyed being around all the grunts.
“Hmm…”
Giovanni reached his chair, finally sitting.
“That’s a shame.”
He leaned forward, arms in front of him, elbows on the desk.
“You’re not accommodated, are you? See, it is usually true that one who does not seek higher goal, does not seek improvement as well.”
Straightening himself in his chair, he took the hat, examining it.
“But that’s not your case, right, Petrel?”
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“Uh…” Doesn’t really have an excuse. Hands back the hat and coat, stepping away from the table.
“Sorry Bossman.”
Grabs the hat and coat, resting them on the table. Stands beside his chair.
“So you plan on being the leader, one day…?”
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Petrel, I believe you are in my chair, and you feet on my tabl-…
… Is that my hat?
