Giovanni was death on his feet, or at least he felt that way, so he sat down ungracefully in his executive chair and he couldnât care less. Â His day hadnât been this ineffective, boring and tiring in a long while: his hair was all over the place (which is pretty normal if it isnât tamed with tons of gel), but he couldnât give a fuck if his minions saw his disheveled appearance at the moment.
âHeya boss man! IâŠ.â Started Petrel entering his friends office. âWow it looks like a herd of Tauros ran over you: well that or you had a helluvaparty without inviting me.â Observed the man entering the office. âFor your sake I hope you had a run in with the Tauros!â Threatened Petrel and the Italians lips turned up a little.
âBite me Petrel!â Said Giovanni with his eyes closed as he put his feet on his desk.
âHmmm maybe if you werenât a married manâŠâ Teased the purple haired man with a smirk. âIâve got coffee~â Sang the man and his boss opened his eyes.
There right in front of him was a cup of liquid ambrosia, the raven haired man was fast to snatch the coffee away from his best friend before nursing the warm drink while the purple haired man sat down on the other side of his desk and copied the man putting his feet on the desk while he thought: If Ariana saw us right now~
âSo how was your day?â Asked the lazy genus lighting a joint.
âHell.â Answered the taller man before he caught a sniff of the weed his friend was about to smoke. âGive me!â Ordered the raven haired man half hearty making grabbing motions with his hands, but to tired for anything else.
âYou sure? You havenât touched the green monster since you got married.â Said the other man before taking a puff.
âYes Iâm sure and just because I havenât smoked any with you doesnât mean I havenât.â Answered the one in charge while he went back to nursing his coffee.
âWhat? Cyboy smokes shit?â Asked Petrel surprised before handing the joint over to his friend as he made a new one for himself.
âOccasionally.â Said Giovanni as he took a puff looking very smug suddenly.
âSo what happened to you?â Asked Petrel once he was that his friend had relaxed enough.
âYou remember the group of baby scientist we just hired at GioCorps?â
âWhat did those guppies do?â
âThey are worse than Cyrus when you tell him he isnât allowed to take something apart and blew their lab up: with me in it!â Petrel could tell that his friend was fuming.
âHow are they worse than Cyboy? I mean that he must have opened and played with most of the electronics at your place before you guys got married: he always is like what happens if I join these two cables and ends up electrocuting himself over and over again.â Said Petrel with a smile on his face as he saw Cyrus electrocuting himself in his mind eye.
âYou are remembering Cyrus electrocuting himself arenât you?â Asked the Italian and the Kantonian just nodded. âCyrus has a limit with the voltage he plays with and is smart enough not to have any volatile chemicals close!â Growled Giovanni.
âSoooo⊠you threw all guppies in the toilet and flushed them?â Inquired the purple haired man with some curiosity the raven haired man just snorted.
âNot all I did send some to the ER, but yeah I kicked them all onto the street.â
âWhy were they even pulling a Cyrus in the lab? Werenât they supposed to make a better burn heal?â
âThey were âupgradingâ the equipment and got âburnedâ.â At this little joke they both laughed.
âIdiotic guppies! The labs of GioCorps are top notch tech!â Stated Petrel between gasps.
âYeah I know! I made sure of itâŠ.â Mumbled Giovanni.
After this conversation a silence settled into the office nothing of those silences that happen between strangers who are alone in a : they were just two friends drinking coffee and smoking relaxing after a tyring/bored day.
âYou know what? I swear Iâm never putting a group of baby scientist in a lab together! From now on every senior staff member will have their own baby scientist to train.â Swore the Italian. âBiggest mistake ever!â
âAwwww~ Man I donât wanna have a guppy following in my lab and following me the whole day!â Whined the lazy genus.
âDonât worry my friend you will never get one for a simple reason: I donât want to deal with a mini you, its that easy.â Some people would believe the Italian to be joking due his tone, but his eyes were deaths serious.
âWise words dudeâŠ. Wise wordsâŠ.If I were you I wouldnât want another me.â Said the rocket executive while he nodded.
âIâm taking a shower I donât want to smell like a Koffing when I get home.â The Boss of team Rocket pulled a face as he smelled his clothes.
âGot it boss man! Tell Cyboy I said hi!â After this Giovanni headed for the shower in his private quarters that were connected to his office.
Later when the Italians driver opened the door so that the man could exit the limo he was surprised to find his employer (his main one at least) asleep inside the limousine: he was also dreading waking the man up, but that was solved quickly by the Persian who suddenly jumped onto the Gym leaders lap and woke him up in less than a second and held the Pokémon against him before leveling the driver with a glare.
âYou know that you are paid for your discretion donât you Roger?â Asked Giovanni and the man, not Roger, just nodded. âThen we should not have any problems Roger.â Stated the taller man as he left the car David had tried to get his employer to remember his name for a while but gave up.
âGood night sir!â Called the blond.
âNight Roger!â Called Giovanni back as the door to the manor closed.
âHello Giovanni.â Beamed Cyrus who had appeared from what looked like the nowhere; it had taken some time to get used to it, but it was normal for the Italian now.
âEvening amore how was your day?â Asked the taller man out of politeness while he took his coat and fedora off, Cyrus now taught at Viridians college.
âIt was great! I assigned the third years 2 feet essay about the myths off one of the constellations: Palkia, Dialga, GyaradosâŠ.You know.â
âI believed you were teaching Astrology not mythology.â
âThey are closely related GioâŠâ Pouted the shorter man while he took a good look at his husband. âYou look like hell! How was your day?â
âYou are so flattering amore: it was worse than hell.â Answered the Rocket Boss half sarcastically. âWhat would you like for dinner?â Wondered the taller man as he walked towards the kitchen.
âNo need for you to cook dear dinner is ready.âStated Cyrus to his husbands horror even so Giovanni allowed himself to be dragged away while dread filled himâŠ
âDid you call some delivery?â Hoped the Italian as his voice went servile octaves higher. Please Arceus: I promise to give those baby scientists another chance if the answer is yes. Pleaded/Prayed the doomed man silently.
âOf course not I made an easy dish by myself!â Fuck you Arceus! Now Iâm suing those guppies for the lab!
âWhat dish amore?â Asked the gym leader afraid of the answer, due his last experiences with Cyrus less than stellar cooking skillsâŠ
âDonât worry itâs just Gulash: I followed every single instruction in the receipt to a T!â Exclaimed the space fanatic proudly, but he still saw wariness in Giovanniâs eyes. âIâm sure that this time you wonât get food poisoning nor would it explode the moment you touch it with your silver wear like that soufflĂ© and it will not try to attack you!â The Sinnohinite was doing his best to be assure the raven haired man that it was save, but the other man didnât trust him as was far he could throw his Nidoking: with these kind of things.
I still donât understand how he managed to poison me: my tea is deadly to anyone well aside from KogaâŠ.
Giovanni sat down and smiled wearily at Cyrus who was looking at him with Growlithe eyes. The raven haired man was relieved to see that his dinner didnât look as if it would eat him it looked pretty innocent, but he knew better than to rely too heavily on peoples appearance: look at his husband or Ariana. After inspecting how it looked and was relieved that it didnât explode after he probed it: it seemed fine even if the smell was a little off.
âPlease dear I promise that no trip to the hospital would be involved. Could you take a bite?â Looking at those huge Growlithe eyes looking back at him the Italian cursed his weakness and nodded. Viridians Gym Leader took a tentative bite and his eyes did go wide: It wasnât that baâŠ. Oh fuck it all! Fuck Arceus why do you hate me so! Was all Giovanni could think of while he ran to the refrigerator and drinking the milk right out of the carton.
âDear what is wrong?â Asked Cyrus confused having followed his husband to the kitchen, said husband just held a hand up while he grabbed another milk carton before drowning it too after that was done the Italian turned the water on so that he could put his head under it while he texted his husband.
-Giovanni: You. Are. Not. Allowed. In. the. Kitchen. Again!
âWhat did I do wrong this time love?â Asked the blue haired man.
-Giovanni: Tooo much pepper & salt.
âOhhhâŠâ All what Cyrus could say about the whole incident is that things turned out spicier than planed and the moody Italian gave his husband the silent treatment the whole night while he ate his huge trash of chocolate ice cream: he also slept in a guest room for a week to show his displeasure.