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It was a stuffy, crowded little coffee shop on the east side of town. Cheap, full of people just blabbering their heads off, and a good place to be unseen, unheard, and unnoticed without coming off as suspicious. Grunts, he mused, had often made that mistake—skulking off in dark corners, doing weird things. It’s what always brought attention to them, what always got them in shit. The easiest place to be silent was at the center of an Uproar; it was something a lot of them could stand to learn. But Proton’s grunt days were far behind him, and that was why he was here, waiting at a dingy little table with a cheap mug of black, watery coffee in his hands; even considering everything that had happened, he was still an Executive, dammit, and by Lugia, when Archer called on him, Proton was always ready to stand at attention.

Years had passed since had Giovanni’s loyal executives reached out to him through the radio broadcast. He was ready to return then but them youngsters interfered, defeating him right on the spot. The shame of his loss was too much to bear and he had to leave everything behind. He was ever haunted by the gut feeling that Team Rocket could possibly never be again.

Drinks all of the coffee – kyouhei probably 

Brings up adopting a pet -- kyouhei constantly pesters hyuu until he finally gives in just so he shuts up. but hyuu lowkey wants to see kyou happy fucK MY LIFE 

Kills the bugs - hyuu 

Cooks the meals - they try . . . hyuu has more comprehension, though.

Starts getting into holidays way before they should - kyouhei. just because it takes hyuu longer to get into the spirit. 

Initiates the couple selfies - kyouhei would, but he knows how hyuu feels about the unnecessary attention / exposure

Forgets the birthdays and anniversaries - both, hyuu more often, though.

Always ends up with too much junk food after grocery shopping - kyouhei is a child

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★ —           --- it’s been a little while, huh?

nostalgia taps on his shoulder; it takes on a familiar voice that sends chills, and ghosts against his ear, disguised as the innocent breeze of late summer. it smells of fresh-cut grass and juniper; but the connotation of the landmark forces only the scent of muddy water and humidity that thickens the air, and clings to the fabric of his outerwear. conditioned to breathe it secondhand — dax always getting the icky jobs.

dax’s return, more like a resurrection. and each step he takes is macabre, like the ghosts of his past follow him at the heels. like the hopes and dreams he’s had to be something else dissipate into apparitions; and they radiate a cold aura, one dax shivers in the presence of.               --- remember who you used to be?

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"We expect better from the two of you.”

Cole couldn’t help it; his face distorted as though he’d just swallowed an entire lemon. Beside him, Mari was a quivering mess. Her eyes were raw from crying already. 

“It wasn’t me, and it wasn’t Mari, either,” he spoke in measured tones. “We weren’t even in the house.” 

Behind where their parents stood, an oversized painting lay on the floor, frame smashed to pieces. The family’s cleaning staff had been shorthanded as of late, which they made up for by blaming mistakes on the two children - excuses Cole and Mari’s parents were all too ready to believe. An error on this scale would surely lead to another layoff, so the children had returned to find a pair of livid parents and judging glances from the staff. 

Cole wasn’t stupid. He knew they would lose something big over this - maybe even receive a beating. He also knew that no one would believe their side of the story. The siblings knew not to cause trouble, but Mari upset easily, and their parents accepted this as an admission of guilt. 

His father reached to slap Mari for crying, and Cole did something he thought he’d never do - he fought back. He grabbed his father’s arm and held fast.