"Bragging About Your Own Evil Deeds Will Make People Hate You, so Make Others Do It For You"
Another plan gone awry, another plateful of failure for dinner tonight. Jessie and Meowth trudge into their hideout, frog march, really-- it’s as though that failure has turned into a shroud, a cloud that hangs overhead, threatening to break into a storm.
It matches the storm Meowth currently feels in his chest, the frustration that mounts. This is just the eye of the storm, and he knows the second Jessie opens her mouth (and she always does, his girl), he’s going to crack like a flash of lightning in the sky.
He slams the door shut behind them, doesn’t bother to pay attention to the way it shakes the foundation they’d carefully built.
Thank goodness James knows how to read the room, and has left it.
@blastingxff















