Giovanni was death on his feet, or at least he felt that way, so he sat down ungracefully in his executive chair and he couldn’t care less. His day hadn’t been this ineffective, boring and tiring in a long while: his hair was all over the place (which is pretty normal if it isn’t tamed with tons of gel), but he couldn’t give a fuck if his minions saw his disheveled appearance at the moment.
“Heya boss man! I….” Started Petrel entering his friends office. “Wow it looks like a herd of Tauros ran over you: well that or you had a helluvaparty without inviting me.” Observed the man entering the office. “For your sake I hope you had a run in with the Tauros!” Threatened Petrel and the Italians lips turned up a little.
“Bite me Petrel!” Said Giovanni with his eyes closed as he put his feet on his desk.
“Hmmm maybe if you weren’t a married man…” Teased the purple haired man with a smirk. “I’ve got coffee~” Sang the man and his boss opened his eyes.
There right in front of him was a cup of liquid ambrosia, the raven haired man was fast to snatch the coffee away from his best friend before nursing the warm drink while the purple haired man sat down on the other side of his desk and copied the man putting his feet on the desk while he thought: If Ariana saw us right now~
“So how was your day?” Asked the lazy genus lighting a joint.
“Hell.” Answered the taller man before he caught a sniff of the weed his friend was about to smoke. “Give me!” Ordered the raven haired man half hearty making grabbing motions with his hands, but to tired for anything else.
“You sure? You haven’t touched the green monster since you got married.” Said the other man before taking a puff.
“Yes I’m sure and just because I haven’t smoked any with you doesn’t mean I haven’t.” Answered the one in charge while he went back to nursing his coffee.
“What? Cyboy smokes shit?” Asked Petrel surprised before handing the joint over to his friend as he made a new one for himself.
“Occasionally.” Said Giovanni as he took a puff looking very smug suddenly.
“So what happened to you?” Asked Petrel once he was that his friend had relaxed enough.
“You remember the group of baby scientist we just hired at GioCorps?”
“What did those guppies do?”
“They are worse than Cyrus when you tell him he isn’t allowed to take something apart and blew their lab up: with me in it!” Petrel could tell that his friend was fuming.
“How are they worse than Cyboy? I mean that he must have opened and played with most of the electronics at your place before you guys got married: he always is like what happens if I join these two cables and ends up electrocuting himself over and over again.” Said Petrel with a smile on his face as he saw Cyrus electrocuting himself in his mind eye.
“You are remembering Cyrus electrocuting himself aren’t you?” Asked the Italian and the Kantonian just nodded. “Cyrus has a limit with the voltage he plays with and is smart enough not to have any volatile chemicals close!” Growled Giovanni.
“Soooo… you threw all guppies in the toilet and flushed them?” Inquired the purple haired man with some curiosity the raven haired man just snorted.
“Not all I did send some to the ER, but yeah I kicked them all onto the street.”
“Why were they even pulling a Cyrus in the lab? Weren’t they supposed to make a better burn heal?”
“They were ‘upgrading’ the equipment and got ‘burned’.” At this little joke they both laughed.
“Idiotic guppies! The labs of GioCorps are top notch tech!” Stated Petrel between gasps.
“Yeah I know! I made sure of it….” Mumbled Giovanni.
After this conversation a silence settled into the office nothing of those silences that happen between strangers who are alone in a : they were just two friends drinking coffee and smoking relaxing after a tyring/bored day.
“You know what? I swear I’m never putting a group of baby scientist in a lab together! From now on every senior staff member will have their own baby scientist to train.” Swore the Italian. “Biggest mistake ever!”
“Awwww~ Man I don’t wanna have a guppy following in my lab and following me the whole day!” Whined the lazy genus.
“Don’t worry my friend you will never get one for a simple reason: I don’t want to deal with a mini you, its that easy.” Some people would believe the Italian to be joking due his tone, but his eyes were deaths serious.
“Wise words dude…. Wise words….If I were you I wouldn’t want another me.” Said the rocket executive while he nodded.
“I’m taking a shower I don’t want to smell like a Koffing when I get home.” The Boss of team Rocket pulled a face as he smelled his clothes.
“Got it boss man! Tell Cyboy I said hi!” After this Giovanni headed for the shower in his private quarters that were connected to his office.
Later when the Italians driver opened the door so that the man could exit the limo he was surprised to find his employer (his main one at least) asleep inside the limousine: he was also dreading waking the man up, but that was solved quickly by the Persian who suddenly jumped onto the Gym leaders lap and woke him up in less than a second and held the Pokémon against him before leveling the driver with a glare.
“You know that you are paid for your discretion don’t you Roger?” Asked Giovanni and the man, not Roger, just nodded. “Then we should not have any problems Roger.” Stated the taller man as he left the car David had tried to get his employer to remember his name for a while but gave up.
“Good night sir!” Called the blond.
“Night Roger!” Called Giovanni back as the door to the manor closed.
“Hello Giovanni.” Beamed Cyrus who had appeared from what looked like the nowhere; it had taken some time to get used to it, but it was normal for the Italian now.
“Evening amore how was your day?” Asked the taller man out of politeness while he took his coat and fedora off, Cyrus now taught at Viridians college.
“It was great! I assigned the third years 2 feet essay about the myths off one of the constellations: Palkia, Dialga, Gyarados….You know.”
“I believed you were teaching Astrology not mythology.”
“They are closely related Gio…” Pouted the shorter man while he took a good look at his husband. “You look like hell! How was your day?”
“You are so flattering amore: it was worse than hell.” Answered the Rocket Boss half sarcastically. “What would you like for dinner?” Wondered the taller man as he walked towards the kitchen.
“No need for you to cook dear dinner is ready.”Stated Cyrus to his husbands horror even so Giovanni allowed himself to be dragged away while dread filled him…
“Did you call some delivery?” Hoped the Italian as his voice went servile octaves higher. Please Arceus: I promise to give those baby scientists another chance if the answer is yes. Pleaded/Prayed the doomed man silently.
“Of course not I made an easy dish by myself!” Fuck you Arceus! Now I’m suing those guppies for the lab!
“What dish amore?” Asked the gym leader afraid of the answer, due his last experiences with Cyrus less than stellar cooking skills…
“Don’t worry it’s just Gulash: I followed every single instruction in the receipt to a T!” Exclaimed the space fanatic proudly, but he still saw wariness in Giovanni’s eyes. “I’m sure that this time you won’t get food poisoning nor would it explode the moment you touch it with your silver wear like that soufflé and it will not try to attack you!” The Sinnohinite was doing his best to be assure the raven haired man that it was save, but the other man didn’t trust him as was far he could throw his Nidoking: with these kind of things.
I still don’t understand how he managed to poison me: my tea is deadly to anyone well aside from Koga….
Giovanni sat down and smiled wearily at Cyrus who was looking at him with Growlithe eyes. The raven haired man was relieved to see that his dinner didn’t look as if it would eat him it looked pretty innocent, but he knew better than to rely too heavily on peoples appearance: look at his husband or Ariana. After inspecting how it looked and was relieved that it didn’t explode after he probed it: it seemed fine even if the smell was a little off.
“Please dear I promise that no trip to the hospital would be involved. Could you take a bite?” Looking at those huge Growlithe eyes looking back at him the Italian cursed his weakness and nodded. Viridians Gym Leader took a tentative bite and his eyes did go wide: It wasn’t that ba…. Oh fuck it all! Fuck Arceus why do you hate me so! Was all Giovanni could think of while he ran to the refrigerator and drinking the milk right out of the carton.
“Dear what is wrong?” Asked Cyrus confused having followed his husband to the kitchen, said husband just held a hand up while he grabbed another milk carton before drowning it too after that was done the Italian turned the water on so that he could put his head under it while he texted his husband.
-Giovanni: You. Are. Not. Allowed. In. the. Kitchen. Again!
“What did I do wrong this time love?” Asked the blue haired man.
-Giovanni: Tooo much pepper & salt.
“Ohhh…” All what Cyrus could say about the whole incident is that things turned out spicier than planed and the moody Italian gave his husband the silent treatment the whole night while he ate his huge trash of chocolate ice cream: he also slept in a guest room for a week to show his displeasure.
