#barettpangoro

“Well uhh...” Barett rubbed the back of his neck, his brother in the background trying to do a somersault kick and ending up falling on his rear. “He’s a work in progress. As for why those two ran, to put it short, i’m the enforcer, and bodyguard of our little organization. They were nothin’ but peons compared to me... That and i’m a pretty big guy. I would have knocked their teeth in if I wanted to, but I can’t go too far. Still gotta leave them healthy for our, ahem, business runs. But i’d be allowed to give them some heavy discipline if they got too far out of line.”

Barett took the card and stared at it for a moment... Then gave it to Finn who did the same. Finn soon looked up, eyebrow raised, and suddenly his hand and the paper were engulfed in flames, burning it into nothing but smoke.“Yeah, sorry bud, but I think ya’ got it wrong. You should be coming to us for the dirty shit. As long as you got pay.”

“Eh?” Finn turned his head towards the sound of someone possibly him. He looked to Silence, giving a grin and a peace sign as his own way of greeting the Nidoviper. “Yo! No need to apologize, gonna be a bit of a borin’ walk anyways, might as well make some friends... Vinny though...” Finn put his hand on his chin, looking at his feet, gathering his thoughts. “He’s a great friend of ours. The three of us go waaay back... If I had to tell ya’ what he was like, Barett was the muscle, and Vincenzo was the brains... And me? I was the cute one!” The Scrafty snickered, patting the other Pokemon’s arm. “I mean, my bro is smart and all, but Vinny was more careful and calculating. He’d rather plan his actions out than start knockin’ heads out of no where.” In the back, Barett cleared his throat, staring dead at his brother and the Nidoviper, and also pointing at his wrist. “We’re almost there, you know.” Finn waved his hand dismissively. “I knows, I knows, wrap it up.” Finn looked back at Silence.“Anyways... Yeah, he’s a pretty cool guy. Brotha sure could sing, too! Couldah made a career for himself...” Finn soon looked up at Silence, giving him a wink. “Ya’ know, if we ever meet again, we could use someone with some funky lookin’ genes like yours!”

Finn gave the Typhlosion a deadpan expression, looking back at his brother and snapping his finger. “Yo, Big B, wanna take this one?” Barett stepped in front of his brother and cracked his knuckles, staring down at Re. "Gladly..."It was a moment of silence, as Barett looked the smaller Pokemon up and down. "So... You wanna play snitch, huh?" The Pangoro spits on the floor. "We have a saying out in the streets... Snitches get stitches. But if you threaten me and my brother with the police? You might just end up not recovering. Lucky for you though! The police can't do shit. The gangs here practically own the place. Go ahead and tell your partner all you want, but I'm damn sure a mega can't take out a whole gang of Pokemon." Barett growled, getting to eye level with Re."So what's it gonna be, punk?"

Barett and Finn looked down at the smaller Pokemon. Finn covered his mouth and tried holding himself back from laughing out loud. This little Swadloon couldn’t possibly be serious about them being any help, right? They weren’t even as big as him!Barett noticed his brother laughing, practically knowing what he was thinking in his head right now. With a low growl, he flicked Finn in the back of his head, who huffed afterwards knowing it was a sign to stop. “It’s because he’s always off fuckin’ around with somebody or something, and just look at him! He’s practically a punching bag for people to bully him.”“Gee, what a way to be supportive big bro.” Finn said, rubbing the back of his head. “Besides! I’m just trying tah have some fun is all! In the end ya’ always come to save me. Everyone’s tried, but no one ain’t evah laid a scratch on me. We’re practically invincible with you and the gang!”The Pangoro sighed, pinching his nose and shaking his head. “One of these days, i’m not gonna be there for you. And you’re gonna learn to save yourself.”

“I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or not... but thanks anyways?” The Pangoro scratched his ear, looking back at his brother who was surprisingly off doing something instead of butting into the conversation.“To answer your question... He ain’t really my brother. At least not by blood. Let’s just say when he was a little baby Scraggy, his old home just wasn’t safe for someone his age... And that’s a huge understatement. When my mother found out, she took him in immediately without a second thought.” Barett looked up to the sky in thought, smiling to himself a bit. “Even before we adopted him, he always felt like an annoying baby brother to me... But not a bad one either.”

Barett cracked a grin, getting on one of his knees and ‘staring’ into the eyes of the Ratatta. Or at least one would assume so, since his eyes had a patch of fur or a shadow covering them. “Ya’ don’t understand, short stack. I may not seem like it too much, but me and my baby brotha… We ain’t the most law abiding people. We’re the kind of people who would rather break it.” The Pangoro chuckled darkly, crossing his arms.“And I never said our home was gonna like some happy family off of a family sitcom. But it’s much better than the rat hole he was in. He would have been dead long ago if we hadn’t taken him in…”