#chromaticprosperity

[suplexfirekitty]

chromaticprosperity replied to your post: -stares- “Alolan Persian and Meowth look like dey...

They are inferior.

“I’m gonna dob on nya ta Nyanu fer sayin’ dat.”

[puppygrunt]

Dearest Ava, I require your assistance in a meeting with some of the proletariat that works for us. Would you care to come to my office and assist? My usual secretary is out for ... personal reasons.

The voice on the other side of the phone line was unmistakably the Boss’.

“Yes, of course, Mr. Giovanni. I’d be happy to assist ya. I’ll be there shortly, sir.”

When the leader of Team Rocket called, it was both an honor and a great responsibility. Even if this wasn’t Ava’s first time working under Giovanni, it was still a little nerve wracking. She could only hope that her work this time would be satisfactory for him.

It didn’t take long for the office grunt to arrive at Giovanni’s office. She entered only after she was granted permission following her knock on the door. Ava bowed respectfully to him once she was inside.

“Good mornin’, Mr. Giovanni. How may I be of help?”

[it-will-all-be-mine]

Friend, I had the idea. What if we were to start a wrestling tag team ourselves. We could call it the Everlasting Star. I would take the nickname Shining Star and you could take Falling Star. In reference to our accomplishments, si?

“...are you being an asshole or is this an actual suggestion?”

He kind of likes the idea.

[plethoraofpokegals-archive]

A single red rose, to cut your skin and draw your lips red as our blood.

“How terribly dramatic. But then, it is you, so I shouldn’t be surprised, hm?”

[velcnoso]

@chromaticprosperity has seen her.

A similar smirk on his own lips radiated at her. Mocca eyes closed for a moment, before his hand moved through his hair, slightly sighing.

“Giovanni.”

As his lips closed, he could not help wink at the other to try and break the ever so frozen ice.

“Ariana. I hope I have not startled you. Tell me about you. Your life. Your work. You…I need to know more.”

Merda.

The simple movement of his lid was enough to make her hollow chest beat the sound of drums (what was she, a school girl new to flirting?). Though she dares not to look away, she could not help but bite the inside of her cheek to grasp at the reins of control. His use of his name though suggested this was more casual than formal, allowing her shoulders to relax.

“Anything you need to know is yours—tell me, what do you specifically wish for me to tell you?”

[plethoraofpokegals-archive]

Ah, You wish we could, yet, sadly, you still can not handle me.

“Do you know what a problem you are? You are a problem, Vanni. Take your ridiculousness to someone who has time for it. I have a puppy to train.”

[it-will-all-be-mine]

Red never beat me.

“Yes well I assume you actually like your mother. Different universes”