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now i bet youre wondering...

“Aha, kinda surprised you remembered my name. Last time I saw ya was quite some time ago, an’ people tend to forget my name since it’s kinda plain.”

He gives a solid nod. “Yup- been doin’ alright. Y’know.. gettin’ by an’ all that. How ‘bout you? Ya ain’t meltin’ in the heat are ya?” He chuckled a bit.

{ ♞ } –— “I’m... holding up, yes.”

Technically speaking, as a Porygon, Polly could conceivably live forever.  So really this guy was borrowing his own time.  Polly had forever.  It was great.  Of course, this could be an opening for getting shoved into a car…or a sack.  Polly resisted the urge to squint at the man. 

He looked friendly enough?  And he had nice hair.  Polly decided to chance it and scuttle up to him, stopping outside of grabbing range.  “Hello!  What do you need?”

{ ♞ } –— Archer honestly has little to no idea who this kid is, and he honestly doesn’t care. What he does care about, however, is how pathetic it is of him to have resorted to asking random strangers if they’ve seen his former boss. Trying his hardest to not let his grin falter, he pulls a photo of the aforementioned boss from his pocket-- a newspaper clipping from what appears to be years ago. It fails to even display all of his features, but it’s worth a shot, no? 

       Proton swallowed hard, looking up at Archer, confused for a few moments. He… wasn’t going to- or no, the request would probably be something horrible, and that would be his punishment. Alright. He… could probably handle it.

              Head back down, he prepared himself for whatever it would be. “Y-Yes, sir.”

{ ♞ } –— “ ...Your performance and work as of late has been... ” Archer pauses, searching for the correct word. He doesn’t want to flatter Proton. “ Decent. And I’d appreciate it if you would assist me in constructing plans for our next mission. ”

♛ >> BLUEEXECUTIVE ASKED FOR A STARTER!    There used to be a time where Giovanni would demand a knock on his office door even with the grunts stationed outside of it at all times–such was simply RESPECT, was it not? However, for some individuals, that rule seemed to simply fall out of place in some sort of silent rule.    So Giovanni wasn’t exactly surprised when the door suddenly opened with no warning, hastily taking his feet off of his desk and sitting up a bit more straight in the expensive leather chair he was seated in. Raising his eyebrow, he tilted his head at the executive who walked in.       “ Is it important? ”

   It wasn’t exactly UNCOMMON for Archer to come in only to talk, on the rare days that there wasn’t an extreme amount of upkeep for the team and Giovanni wasn’t off and abroad on some business deal. He wasn’t one to protest–the conversations gave a good break to the tedium.

{ ♞ } –— With Giovanni having been located and the remains of their base transported to another location, Team Rocket’s once irritably loud and lively base seems rather... dull. Boring. Lonely. There is less work than before and less grunts to reprimand. Less scientists to question and less buildings to infiltrate without the proper, required amount of members. Archer often finds himself lost in thoughts he had only had after Team Rocket had disbanded for the second time. And while he had finally succeeded in finding their boss-- in a fucking coffee shop-- there were still many things to be done, and many questions that would determine the future of Team Rocket. Such as;

                                                               What now?

            Well, there is a lot, in all honesty. But Archer isn’t in Giovanni’s office for... regular business. Or updates. He’s in here to... talk. 

               “ ...No sir. ”

            He seats himself across from Giovanni in a chair rather akin to the one the other is seated in, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin on top. “ Well, not necessarily-- no. ” In honesty, aside from Ariana-- Giovanni is one of the very few Archer can have a casual conversation with. Even if Archer is slightly... passive aggressive, per say. In regards to the incident in which Giovanni decided it would be a decent idea to disband Team Rocket without warning, thus crushing all of Archer’s hopes, dreams, and reasons to live--

In the morning or when night falls?

// Nighttime, definitely. He prefers to make sure all of his daily work is finished before sinning.

{ ♞ } –— The base is loud. Again. But, surprisingly, Archer doesn’t find himself irritated-- simply... exhausted, per say. Upon spotting a certain Team Rocket member, he raises his eyebrows and speaks, words clearly meant for her.

The acting champion was doodling in a sketchbook - clearly handmade from the sewing and leather, before she drank her cup of warm tea, as she looks at the male. Is that natural blue hair or dyed? Its better to ask those questions for now before she speaks,  “Yes?” 

{ ♞ } –— Something about this girl strikes the former executive as familiar-- like he’s seen her somewhere before, but clearly nothing too major to make the memory stick. Perhaps he’s seen her on television, or perhaps she’s been in a newspaper of some sorts. Who even reads newspapers anymore? 

            Well, Archer does.