IC Contact

[garbagechild]

"... So I just talk? I start talking? .... Now? ... What's the light mean? ... Oh! HI, I'M WRATH, THIS IS MY MAIL VOICE, PLEASE LEAVE A--" BEEP.


[OOC: Want to thread with me but don't have a current post to do it on? Wanna send Wrath a private message? Wanna prank-call him in the middle of the night and then instantly regret it as he dials you back over and over and yells "Hello? HELLO?" into the mic? Pop a thread on here with the IC date and time and let's get playing!]

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March, Goldenrod Rocket Base, afternoon

[rocketralph]

Something's missing.

After turning in his quota of nabbed purse Pokemon for the day, Ralph made his way back through the base hallways feeling like something was off. His shirt was on right-side out. He'd brushed his teeth that morning. He'd locked up before leaving his dorm. What could it be?

It was when he entered the Rocket cafeteria and spotted the droopy little mop at the far end of the table with an uneaten pudding cup at his elbow that it registered. There'd been no barrage of questions when he set foot inside the base. No weird drawings or 'gear messages needing translation were shoved into his face. Huh.

Slowly Ralph sidled over to where Wrath sat, brows knitted in something like concern. Was he sick?

"Hey, kid...what's eatin' ya?"

[garbagechild]

When a pudding cup exists within five feet of Wrath and doesn't get eaten instantly, you know something's wrong.

Wrath tilts his head where it sits on the edge of the table so that his hair falls away from his face enough to peer up at Ralph with one eye. His mouth is tugged down in a morose little frown. He has no reason to keep his feelings on the matter hidden-- he doesn't even know the meaning of the word of discretion. When the Homunculus Wrath is upset, everyone gets to know why.

"Lust and Alphonse are away and I'm sad. Alphonse was going to show me how to ride a bi-cycle but then he left."

[rocketralph]

The bench creaked loudly as Ralph sat down next to him and the entire table tipped up just slightly.

"Aw,squirt, I'm sorry..."

He had been wondering why Lust wasn't showing up at the gym. He didn't know this Alphonse too well and he had a terrible growing feeling in the pit of his stomach. His hand started to reach for his gear...but stopped. Instead, he rested an elbow on the table.

"How long have they been gone?"

[garbagechild]

Smart, Ralph.

The little boy sits up a bit and sighs, counting quietly on his fingers.

"... At least five days."

A few people had told him Al was gone for good-- he didn't believe it. The older boy had already established a tendency to sometimes leave for extended periods of time without saying anything and Wrath just knew that was what had happened this time.

As for Lust, she left sometimes too, to go to her little Violet City getaway, and didn't like to be bothered in that time.

But he was still upset.

[rocketralph]

Five days. That was creeping up on a week. He didn't really like the sound of that. Ralph hummed and shifted his shoulders where he sat slouching and eventually came to a decision.

"Well...I may not be an expert, but if they don't show up soon, I could show you how to ride a bike."

[garbagechild]

That makes the boy perk up.

It doesn't change the real underlying issue, of course, but Wrath is at the very least easily distracted.

"Really? You'd do that? For me?"

[rocketralph]

The boy's surprise really makes Ralph realize that he's gone and done it now. He's committed to this. He was gonna cheer this little kid up and that meant actively teaching wolfboy something.

That he had never actually done.

They don't make bikes that are Ralph-sized.

"Course! We're teammates after all!"

[garbagechild]

Poor Ralph.

You tried and now you're paying for it.

Looking quite a bit less droopy than he had a moment ago, Wrath turns in his seat to face Ralph, positively lit up.

"Thank you! Thank you, Ralph! You are--"

A pause, as he's clearly thinking.

"... a medium-temperature cat!"

[rocketralph]

The wrecker opened his mouth. And then shut it. There really was no end to Wrath-isms, was there? Instead of asking him what on earth that could mean or offering a slightly more correct substitute, he just pointed both index fingers at the kid.

"Right back at ya."

[garbagechild]

Looking over the moon, Wrath lifted both hands and, after a quick comparison glance to make sure he was doing it right, parroted the motion.