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Yo, name's Petrel. Or maybe it isn't...you just don't know. You probably don't recognize me. Just stay out of my business, alright, kid?

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sadisticexecutive said: "Me gusta" Aaaand here comes the eyebrow wiggle. Proton, no. Bad Proton.

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"Woah. Hey, facial hair." Cue the eyebrow wiggle.

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"I work hard on keeping it dazzling."

It's not like he occasionally had to apply fake facial hair when shaving for disguises.

Haha.

Hahaha.

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"UM—"

Oh fuck.

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Petrel raised an eyebrow, remaining startlingly quiet as he took off his boots. "Uh, geez, Proton..."

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Every (¬‿¬) I get my muse will remove a piece of clothing.

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thatonegruntwiththezubat said:((wanna rp with me??))

(Yeah! Would you prefer me to write the starter? How many paragraphs are you usually ok with?)

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(somebody start a thread with me this is of GRAVE IMPORTANCE....)

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  Proton made an irritated noise in response and peeled his now ruined glove off with his teeth before tossing it aside. It hit the ground in a heap not too far from his boot. “I’m fine. Now, we had plans, ‘member? You, me, a few kids with shattered hopes and dreams.”

"Besides, you don’t wanna do your paperwork, and neither do I. Going out beats sitting around in our offices like idiots. You look like you need a good walk anyway. You’ve put on some weight."

Perhaps lying was a little petty, nor would it help his case in the least. The most he was doing was pushing Petrel away from joining him. The youth took in a deep breath and looked away, towards the ashes he had thrown across the floor.

"You could buy better smelling shit to wear, while we’re at it."

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"Your palm is red," Petrel pointed out, before actually pausing to listen to Proton. Fine with him. After the boss nearly left the team forever, and after Team Rocket failing a second time...kids with shattered dreams seemed to be a good thing in Petrel's eyes. Otherwise  they'd do something stupid, like try to take on an entire sprawling criminal web.

The executive seemed to be in pure agreement with everything the other said, right up to the weight part. "Alright, that isn't true." And with that came faint paranoia and suspicions, and the guarantee that Petrel would most definitely be joining Proton. Well...a walk wouldn't hurt him anyways, right?

He tried to think up a smartass retort, but the man decided to hold his tongue; sometimes avoiding an argument with Proton was the better option. "Fine, let's go." Petrel would be lying if he said he wasn't excited. He hadn't gone on any missions lately, and he'd been cooped up for far too long.

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  Proton’s toxic green eyes fell on the the cigarette, and then his brow furrowed. With growing displeasure, the younger Executive crossed his arms, jaw clenching. He could feel anger burning in his stomach, and it was so intense that it almost boiled him alive. 

Why was he so angry over Petrel throwing his life away to some poison and tar? It wasn’t like it really concerned him what his co-worker did to his body. Let the idiot destroy himself, Proton tried to force himself to think. It didn’t work. He just kept worrying about the purple haired moron like he was mothering him.

No, no, no. Proton was anything but maternal. Without thinking, he plucked the smoldering cigarette from Petrel’s hands and crushed it in his gloved palm. The heat from the drug stung, burning through the leather of his glove finely, cutting into his flesh like a blade. That was stupid, but aggressive enough that it didn’t look like he cared.

"The smell was making me sick. Go back to wearing all of that ungodly cologne you used to, or something. I think I can handle that stench better than this.” As he spoke, he flicked the ashes from his hand and watched with a cold gaze as they floated to the ground. Good riddance.

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Petrel, right as he was about to take one last drag from the cigarette, saw it plucked straight out of his hands. He could almost feel the disappointment ebbing from him, eyes widening in his stupor. "...Dude..."

The frown on his face was very evident. Ah...he didn't need another one right now, and he knew better than to try any cheeky shit around Proton, so Petrel didn't even bother pulling another cigarette out. "Hey, that cologne costed half of my paycheck." Petrel shrugged, leaning against the wall, tilting his head towards Proton. "That didn't hurt your hand?"

His eyes watched the ashes fall to the floor, before they moved back to thet palm. Even gloves like that had to burn when you were trying to crush a cigarette in your hand. Hm.

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  "Excellent." Proton responded in return, his tone much too chipper for someone who planned on ruining a child’s life. He raked a gloved hand through his hair before donning his hat.

"Time to kill. Funny how you put it like that," He continued, adopting a grin that was much too feral to be considered a smile at all.

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Petrel let out a sigh, realizing his cigarette was nearing the end of its life, watching the smoke slowly dissipate into the air. He wasn't supposed to smoke inside, but, of course, Petrel never bothered to listen. He had a feeling he'd eventually have to try quitting smoking again before he got...too dependent. That never went well, but at least it set him back slightly.

He gazed sideways at Proton's grin, raising an eyebrow. "Man, you scare me sometimes." Not in a way that made Petrel fear for his wellbeing at all. More like a morbid curiosity in some of Proton's more questionable leisure activities. "I...didn't really mean it like that, but...yeah, ok." Not that he was complaining, just staring at the constantly ebbing cigarette in his hand with worry.

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"Hey, Pet. Wanna go beat up some school kids or some shit? I promise it’d be worth your while. Whaddya say?"

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"Geez, that's kind of harsh." Actually, not very surprising, coming from Proton.

"Sure, I have time to, erm, kill..." What an excellent opportunity to avoid his responsibilities at the moment. 

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(Okay, about, rules, and headcanon pages have been modified! jesus christ i used to write petrel terribly lol)

(Please feel free to interact with him!)

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"Hm? Oh, you must be from Team Rocket, correct?" A young lady around his age, crossed her arms and leaned against the wall.

Petrel glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. Odd. He didn’t expect people to recognize him all of the time—then again, he wasn’t exactly wearing a disguise at the moment.

"Not sure what you’re talking about, miss," he tried to say in a non-chalant voice, one tinged with confusion. Just to see if she’d drop it or not, he even tried using a voice that wasn’t his usual way of speaking.

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  Er, no and no. I never meant anything of the sort—

-Maxie is interrupted by the cigarette smoke stinging his eyes, and retaliates by flicking the cigarette out of Petrel’s fingers.-

…Ahem. Anyway. 

No, we’ve only settled down. I decided that it wasn’t worth it to go on rampages anymore. We just study now. 

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Pff. This guy was no fun. Staring at the cigarette on the ground with a lost look on his face, Petrel decided to almost immediately pull out another one, a blank look on his face as he lit the tip of it.

"That's nice to hear. I'm sure the Boss'll love to hear about you guys being back." There was a heavy tone of sarcasm in his voice. No, the Boss probably wouldn't like that at all, Petrel knew.

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Striking dat pose

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I just love this guy c:

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giovanni you already responded to that rp. i was just about to post my response to it ahahah

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