through the eight [2.0]||Archer and Giovanni
Today was peaceful in an almost otherworldly level. At leasts in the walls of the HQ. Rest assured, Team Rocket was back to causing mayhem in Kanto again. Perhaps not on such a large scale as before, but they were getting there. Already, news outlets were beginning to report the crimes, stating again and again that the perpetrators could not be detected. Giovanni had made it a point to begin watching the news whenever it was on so that he could see how far off of the mark reporters were.
But within this building, it had been unusually tranquil. No annoying ruckus from any of the grunts, or anyone chewing them out for doing something ridiculously stupid; no-one screaming in terror away from Proton. This silence in itself is more terrifying, Giovanni thought in amusement to himself as he walked with a relaxed gait down the corridor. Sometimes it was a good idea to just waltz around and remind people that he was there. It was a quick way to shut up any unneeded commotions in progress, or any that may start. This morning, however, it seemed almost unneeded entirely.
Imagine the boss's surprise, then, when someone came pelting from around the corner and knocked straight into him; making him release the coffee mug in his grip to the ground, the liquid splattering across the floor. Giovanni took a few steps back in surprise, coal black eyes glinting in irritation, before raising his voice and snarling...
"What the hell--"
Archer. The person who had knocked into him was Archer.
Gods. Go figure.
Well, it could've been worse; the other could've spilled the coffee Giovanni had been drinking all over his suit instead of on the ground. Then Giovanni would've been truly pissed. Even so, it seemed like the pleasant morning atmosphere had been shattered into a billion pieces. "Out of all of the people who should know where they were going..."
