Glory To Magma

“My apologizes, it sounded like you didn’t wash your hands–”

He’s confused, really confused. He works with Pokemon, so it’s not like he’s germophobic in any way. He’s just, confused.

“Are…Are you okay? I do have handkerchief if you wish to borrow it?”

“Do…”

“Do you not wash your hands regularly?”

“I wash my hands every time I change tasks. No need to carry anything from one place to another. I mean you’d be like... Excessive.”

“Not to mention the way he expects his employees to dress. The cafe workers are fine, but Flare’s grunts? Also rather brightly colored.”

“Subtlety is NOT his forte. I didn’t even know he ran a cafe! I haven’t been out to Kalos in a long bit, but damn. Him running a cafe is like Giovanni running a laundry biz!”

“Oh, but the Grand and Glorious Maxie must go on alone. He shoulders humanity by himself, for everyone’s sake.”

The slight smile quirks his cheek up a bit. He’s joking. Probably.

“Perhaps. Perhaps. I could use a new Second in Command, for Tabitha is very busy with the Ark and I would rather if his focus remained on such. We’d need a bigger hood for Mister Lysandre’s head, wouldn’t we?”

He’s... Totally silent for a moment. Was that... Real? He’s stunned.

“I... I would be honoured, sir. Team Magma has always had my support - my everything! I’d... I’d be absolutely honoured to be your second in command in Tabitha’s absence.”

That kind of promotion was totally unexpected, and he didn’t even know what it might mean, but... Why pass it up?! Even if temporary, he’d be able to really do something for the Team!

you are absolutely correct, he also smells like a mouldy carrot                       

“Uh- Uh- Uh- Uh-”

“Oh, but what a pretty carrot he is.”

The thirst is real, apparently. Clearly, his taste is terrible.