#wrathofrocket

[controlledhues]

@wrathofrocket is absolutely insane lOOK WHAT SHE DID FDGHKJDFHKJ

my art in a tattoo,,...,,, aughgh

[glorytorocket]

...

squints in confusion.

" Well I'd... hope so?? I'm technically your Boss after all. Giovanni isn't the only one who gives out orders, so I'm very glad you're obedient, Executive Proton. "

[controlledhues]

midnight sketch gn gamers :*

[controlledhues]

❝ SINGLE ? ? ? ! ! HE IS SINGLE ? ❞

She may or may not have said that out loud.

[controlledhues]

I have the illinoises when it comes to them ahahah

[controlledhues]

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@wrathofrocket is looking for some trouble.

He gives no warning at all. Not even a second for her to bear what is about to come. She only sees a literal wave of orange and cream fur, ready to yap around, jump on her desk, bite and nibble on every single thing that's there. Not to mention they're fire types, so everything feels warmer, almost as if they were indeed burning everything they touch and touch with their snoots.

Melinoë, on the other hand, barely had time to climb her chair and observe helplessly the pack of dogs leaving a whole mess before they could stop and stare at her.

Too many eyes — puppy eyes waiting for an order.

Mel's eyes stare at Proton - or what she could see across the room.

❝ E- Executive . . . What are you doing ? Are you going to do something ? Why are they here for ? Are you going to help me with them ? ❞

She wishes to be angrier, but the pups are somewhat warming her heart the more she looks at them. They also are making her quiver in fear and stress. There's just too much to clean afterwards...

[controlledhues]

you suck

❝ Ahh ~ . . . Projecting much ? But also, what if I do ? ❞

[controlledhues]

/ / this is canon