He didn't like being cold. Nope, he didn't like it one. B i t .

For fucks sake! He was in Team Magma for a reason! And it didn't even have anything to do with the s t y l i s h uniform ... which he had tweaked a bit from the original version Maxie had created.

... Shivers ...

What a damned nightmare t h a t had been. Talk about being fashion dead. Yeesh!

Back on the subject! He hated the cold!

SO WHY THE HELL DID MAXIE SEND HIM TO S N O W P O I N T C I T Y ! ?

All the way in fucking Sinnoh no less! Arceus was he seething. Had his hood been down, it would've been beyond obvious to see his displeasure -- and not just because the vein in his temple was protruding out to a worrisome degree. Nope. It was all in the eyes. Those narrowed, set your body on fire and watch in gleeful, sadistic perversion as said body turned to ash kind of eyes.

Yes. That was how obvious his displeasure, at that very moment, was.

So why had he agreed to go out of the region to pick up a package (yes, just for a fucking p a c k a g e !!)? Because Maxie told him to, and then used the worlds, "You're the only one I can trust with this," to make Tabitha feel like a fucking special ass person. Argh!

Just Maxie wait ... when he returned to based, the first thing he'd do was --

"Hey!" It had been entirely his fault, but there was no way that Tabitha was going to admit such a thing. Rounding a corner in the snow covered city, the Magma Admin had roughly bumped into something.

Someone. 

An eye achingly b r i g h t someone.

And that just served to piss him off even more.