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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[rocketralph]

<sub>[Okay, good, he seems like he's in a good mood. Ralph sits down next to him, causing the long table to tilt ever so slightly.]

[And then he reveals the goods--a little plastic tray with four cupcakes decked out in colorful sprinkles.]</sub>

Broughtcha somethin'!

[garbagechild]

... Oh!

<sub>[Wrath's eyes widen and he scoots around on the bench to ogle the cupcakes. He's used to getting handouts from several of the people he knows, but Ralph has never been one of them.]

[These are nicer than anything the cafeteria has to offer, too. Team Rocket doesn't believe in sprinkles.]</sub>

For me?

[rocketralph]

Sure are! All of 'em!

_{[He places the tray down and scoots it towards Wrath. Then he wrings his huge hands together. Man. Where did all of those people skills he'd been learning go?]}

So, ah, hey Wrath. Lil buddy. I've been thinking. Wouldn't it be really nice to just...play all day?

[garbagechild]

<sub>[ALL of them?! THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER.]

[Wrath has gotten good at keeping his hands to himself unless he's actively told he can have something, but Ralph has stated explicitly that these are For Him, so he doesn't hesitate before snatching up one of the cupcakes and biting off half of it in one go, little paper wrapper and all.]</sub>

F'hur! I wof p'waying!

_{[That's 'Sure! I love playing!' in mouthfulese.]}

[rocketralph]

<sub>[So far so good....]

[Ralph leans an elbow on the table and props his chin in his hand.]</sub>

And wouldn't it be nice to not have to make other people sad or get yelled at?

[garbagechild]

_{[Wrath swallows what's in his mouth, then tilts his head. Ralph's not so subtle message hasn't quite landed yet, but he's starting to gather that he wasn't handed these cupcakes out of the goodness of his team-mate's heart.]}

What do you mean?

[rocketralph]

_{[He sucks in a breath. Hoo boy. Here it comes.]}

I mean...what if--stop me if this sounds too crazy-- but what if we weren't bad guys anymore? We just...walked away?

[garbagechild]

<sub>[There's a long silence.]

[One so thick you could cut it with a knife.]

[Then Wrath, slowly and pointedly, puts down the half-eaten cupcake.]</sub>

Ralph.

That's the sort of thing that a traitor would say.

_{[He's giving you an out, Ralph. He really wants you to take it.]}

[rocketralph]

<sub>[OH....oh jeez. Did. Somebody leave the air conditioner on or something? Because Ralph feels pretty chilly right now.]

[He pats his hands at the air and tries to fight off the feeling of panic creeping up his back.]</sub>

Now now now now, hear me out, okay? Just think about it. Wouldn't you wanna be a Good Guy? Like...like Envy!

_{[Said Ralph who had no idea what the fuck he was talking about.]}

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Oh, no. Ralph. Oh no.]

[Wrath's eyes narrow, and he pushes the plate of cupcakes away from himself.]</sub>

Envy's not a good guy.

And I like it here.

<sub>[Envy, Lust, and the rest had, at long last, more or less convinced Wrath that their treatment under Master's stern hand was wrong and undeserved, but Wrath has no such beliefs about Team Rocket. He gets a bed, free food, and they hadn't even punished him for getting himself kidnapped and held captive for two whole months! Paycuts and getting yelled at or occasionally sprayed with a hose are so pale in comparison to what he's used to that they don't even faze him.]

[As far as Wrath is concerned, the place is basically a discipline-free playground.]</sub>

[rocketralph]

<sub>[Ralph withdraws his hands as though he's been bitten and sucks his lips inwards.]

[Oh.]

[Oh whups. Maybe that...wasn't the best example. His mind races and he hunches down, trying his best to whisper and not cause a scene.]</sub>

But Wrath! Think about it! What we do here--this is wrong.

[garbagechild]

_{[Wrath chuffs in exasperation. GOD, Ralph! You're so dramatic!]}

It's not like we kill people.

_{[To a former assassin, that's a pretty big downgrade on the 'bad' scale!]}

[rocketralph]

_{[Ralph stumbles over his words.]}

W-well! No! But! That doesn't mean we're not hurting people.

[garbagechild]

You shouldn't question the team.

That's being disloyal.

_{[His tone makes it clear that he is giving Ralph a STERN WARNING. Surprisingly stern for someone who is usually just kind of making sounds and running around.]}

[rocketralph]

_{[Ralph leans back, his huge hands now resting on the table. Oooooh boy this did not go how he planned. He had to look for an out and fast.]}

Ah...er...right. Right. Forget I ever brought it up.

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Wrath grunts by way of reply. He doesn't forget anything >:(]

[At the edge of the table, Truck had been sniffing curiously at the plate of cupcakes, and now he licks at the edge of the plate with a whine.]

[Wrath yanks the plate away.]</sub>

Truck, no. We don't eat traitor food.