Bristling up at the voice and hissing loudly before putting a good amount of distance between himself and the other, hitting a nerve be an understatement but since when did anyone not hit nerves with Silver anyhow especially Rocket members nonetheless. Still hissing for a good while till it caught notice of Sneasel who poked up from somewhere and doing the same thing.
Looking just like his trainer when bristled up and puffing cold out due to being not very happy, flicking those odd ears in annoyance of the man before inching himself to be between Silver and the Rocket that shown up.
“Sure says the lapdog of sorts… humph. Funny how such people can swarm together in such a matter too.” rolling his eyes when letting a remark fire back when keeping his temper at a manageable level, “She would be since her son be living up to her last wishes, also don’t dare act like you know me either bastard!” snarling like a Houndoom would when getting that scary look in his eyes but holding a hand up when his partner squeaked.
Letting out more cold air till stopping a moment at the gesture shown and nodding, “Snea…” busy sticking his tongue out at the other as if expressing great dislike towards. Giving a flick of his claws as if being at the ready in case the signal was given if there need be.
Lowering his hand when shaking his head with a smile and laughing in that dark manner, “Oh boy… this is rich, you wander all this way to say that then it’s a waste one’s breath really. Pfft!” sore of the topic of his mother and furrowing a brow when his laughter died down, “There has to be more to you sniffing me out like a dog and bark at me, so spit out or don’t bother wasting my time and yours.” crossing his arms when looking not all that amused at all of the way he was spoken to.
-For someone who held such esteem for Team Rocket and its former leader, Archer might have seemed the type to at least hold out the benefit of the doubt for someone like Silver. However, where one might anticipate the long-suffered sigh of a patient saint dealing with a petulant child, the Executive merely scoffed and rolled his eyes. The melodrama of little children and their games bored him to tears and he barely restrained the urge to snatch a handful of the other’s hair and yanking it, if only to shut him up. Instead, he merely watched the exaggerated motions and listened to grating whining as Silver reacted to the unexpected presence of his father’s right-hand man.
-Folding his arms across his chest, Archer canted his head to the side and considered the sight of the redhaired trainer and his loyal Pokemon. He wondered what exactly this scene reminded him of, until at last he stretched a hand out and ruffled the boy’s hair, mussing it up into two distinct piles of tussled locks.-
There, now. Like that, you look much more the part of the angry kitten, hissing and bearing its fangs at whatever startled it awake. I can’t think of anything else that responds so... violently when approached unexpectedly like this. Please find it in your heart to forgive me, won’t you? I didn’t mean to frighten you.
-The Executive adopted a smug smile then, folding his hands together at the small of his back.-
I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, though; spoiled children do have a tendency to grow up like that. That’s one thing your father and I never agreed on. Had it been up to me, you’d have been raised to appreciate all the things your father’s hard-work afforded you. But what would you know about that?
In any regard, you’ve only managed to blow things further out of proportion than even I could have anticipated. You accuse me of seeking you out and hunting you down like a dog and yet you fail to take into consideration the fact that you weren’t very hard to find.