Team Rocket's Good Boy Balor

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“If you say so…” she says, shaking her head while still smiling.

As far as job offers for a criminal organization go, this is pretty chill. And if Balor really is the kind of man he seems to be, then he won’t hold it against her if she refuses. She hopes that’ll be the case because she must refuse.

Then, Cataleya fixes him with a curious look. “Since I told you why I’m with Skull, I think it’d be fair if you tell me why you’re with Rocket… Deal?”

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“Deal.” He told her simply. “But Ladies first.” he winked.  He didn’t mind sharing his story in the least. He was proud to be a Rocket, and he was proud of how far he came from where he started. He was older. And he was probably roughly around her age when he joined....How old was she again?  Nevermind. He knew he was old. 

     “Can yer stretch mine further?” she questions, pointing to her left ear which was only stretched about four millimetres. “I want it bigger but I don’ have a taper thingy an’ I dunno where t’get one since last place ah went to closed down. I wan’ a big fuckin’ hole in me ear like y’.”

     She then pauses before grinning, almost laughing.

     “Y’ain’t intimidating! Yer a fuckin’ softy.”

The assessment wasn’t wrong. He did very much like being teased. Especially by Balor. “A muscle head with a sharp eye..” he muttered, pushing just a little harder. He wasn’t going to stop though.

He would probably do anything for that warm and comfortable smile that his careful hands had brought forth. It was so familiar somehow. “Grazie. I am quite good, si.”

Balor let out another low gravely growl at the intense pain her felt in the knot they pushed on. Only to chuckle and lean his head to the side and back to look at him. 

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“That’s a hard question to answer…” says Cataleya, setting her own tray of empty dishes aside for the server to take. All that’s left is her pot of green tea.

Now that she thinks about it, her reason for being part of Team Skull has changed over the years. She used to be idealistic, thinking that she was making some kind of difference. Now, though? She really isn’t that sure.

“I can tell you why I joined, at least.” She sits up a bit straighter. “I was young, kind of angry, and ‘fighting the system’ sounded like a good idea. You see, I used to want to be a Trial Captain and…it didn’t work out. But, as bitter as I was, I quickly learned just how much the system affects people, especially those who’ve had it a lot harder than me…”

Guzma, Plumeria, and most of her friends quickly come to mind.

“In the end, I stayed because I wanted to help. I guess that’s more or less why I’m still here, but things have a way of getting complicated.”

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“Complicated huh.....” he mused on that notion for a moment. Drinking his water before pushing the glass to the side.  “Well. Sounds like the organization has grown...or could it be possible you’ve outgrown the organization and may want to try....bigger things.” he shrugged. 

“Exciting huh? Yeah sure, I know something exciting.” He motioned for Balor to follow, after stealing another beer from the pack. As usually, he and Roc were jogging ahead, constantly stopping to tell Balor to be faster until they reached the beach. Not just any beach however, the Mantine Beach.

            It was closed and the Mantine were asleep, but that did not stop Jacks from making Roc tear a hole into the fence and get inside. “You ever been Mantine Srufing?” Probably not, that was gonna make it even funnier. Riding the waves in the middle of the night. 

      “It’s fucking amazing.” 

Cyan vc: A good decision. Balor is very datable, 10 outta 10 date. Good on you!!

Balor blinked hearing the question come from them. Looking over his shoulder to the other. 

     “Can yer stretch mine further?” she questions, pointing to her left ear which was only stretched about four millimetres. “I want it bigger but I don’ have a taper thingy an’ I dunno where t’get one since last place ah went to closed down. I wan’ a big fuckin’ hole in me ear like y’.”

     She then pauses before grinning, almost laughing.

     “Y’ain’t intimidating! Yer a fuckin’ softy.”

“Yer’d look great with one! A nice big spike, y'know? Right in’t’ center.” And now she’s grinning like a maniac but then stops, peering at his left ear with a squint. “Is tha’ stretched or jus’ a poser thin’?”

“Oh geez Uh Shay-hun. Uh.. People think I’m already pretty intimidating as it is. Adding a spike to my face really wouldn’t help with that I’m afraid.” he laughed nervously. 

“ Like what? Professional? Not wanting to go on silly ‘dates’ with coworkers? Expecting people to address me with respect? Why are you not like that? ”

“Well... I mean...Yeah but... Come on dude, you gotta loosen up sometime. All work and no play makes everything Dull and just....boring. You know theres a life beyond the cubicles and paperwork yeah?” He mused, smirking a bit. 

“ Don’t ever suggest that - or look at me like that - again. Consider yourself warned, agent. ”