Misguided Rocket

((SARAH it's been so long dang :O how's things?))

malevolent-commander:

((SARAH it's been so long dang :O how's things?))

Can I just talk about how dedicated to Proton Flannery is in her Rocket verse. I’m gonna talk about her Rocket Verse. Cause I don’t get to often.

She stared at him, cross referencing him with the other gang members-even just the cronies of the groups. Then, she observed the Pokemon, who was currently rubbing its head on the man’s cheek. A part of her went through how he had described their order of operations. She then observed him-from what he was wearing, to his hair to his general demeanour.

Noticing how the girl was struggling to keep herself from laughing, Proton's frown deepened as he took offence to her gesture. Guessing how his Zubat didn't help his look right now, he used one of his hands to swipe the Pokemon away from his face in a rather harsh manner.

Flannery smiled and hugged Proton tighter when she felt his lips on the top of her head. How? How could this man do the things people said he did? The things he said he did? Team Rocket was a bad group, and they did terrible things, but Proton wasn’t a bad guy! She knew this looking at the position she was in, Proton holding her like this, watching movies with her, giving her gifts. He cared about her a lot, and she felt the same. She glanced up and smirked, running her fingers through his bangs.

The man wasn't expecting Flannery to run her hands through his hair, but he found her touch comforting to say the least. Listening to her talk about the film, Proton realised that her voice was one of the sweetest he'd ever heard, and it warmed his heart.

Of Many Words - Malevolent-Commander

With his eyes half closed and hands behind his head, Proton leaned back against his chair in deep thought. The silence was somewhat comforting, but he had found it to be a little too quiet. The quietness between him and his best friend had lingered for too long; thankfully the purple-haired man spoke up in time before he started going on a rant.

"But what do you do with the others if you don’t eat them?" It seemed like a waste. "Are they all pets?" She pointed to the Pokemon with him.

Proton lifted a hand to scratch his Zubat lightly on the head; the Pokemon giving out a small cry of happiness as he did so. He kept quiet for a brief moment, thinking carefully about what to say to Tessla's response.