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?
March, Goldenrod Rocket Base, afternoon
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?"