It's a full day after the native Rocket security grunt posts the footage of Connie's beatdown of Dirk on the main Rocket network that Steven finally tries to 'skype' her on the pokegear. The truth is, it takes that long because Steven has to calm down from what had been nothing short of blind murderous fury at the goddamn mook who'd decided to leak private footage of two of Steven's people in an absolutely humiliating position for shits and giggles--and an equal amount of fury at every other goddamn mook who'd replied to laugh it up.
(Given how black and rotten Steven's own innate sense of humor was, it was possibly highly hypocritical how angry he'd been at them, but Connie and Dirk were his people and the entire point of having your people is actually really giving a shit about what happens to them, so whatever.)
So yes. He'd had to let the anger take its course, which he had by ranting to a bemused Jack about everything he'd wanted to do to the goddamn mooks until even Steven had recognized he'd started to get repetitive. Mugging some random asshole that morning, even though he hadn't had a Pokemon worth stealing, had helped too a little. And so had just-- disinvesting entirely from the native Rockets in general. Honestly, being able to write them all off was even more of a relief than he'd thought it might be.
Connie, though, she was Steven's. And he'd watched (and watched and re-watched) her have a complete breakdown on Dirk, spurred on by Dirk's amazing ability to say the absolute shittiest thing possible at any given time... and at the time it had actually been happening, Steven hadn't had a goddamn clue about it.
No matter how long overdue it is, Steven really does want to check up on her. So once he's home that night, waiting for Jack to follow, he sets the gear down on the kitchen table and opens up the video chat.
"Mija?" he says, once it connects, peering at the screen with a worried expression. "I don't know if you've been paying much attention to the channels for your internship, but, ah... some fucker in security posted footage of you fighting with Dirk and. Well. I wanted to check up on you. And, uh, let you know that your Pokemon might have made some promises on your behalf that I won't make you honor."
Connie
(Given how black and rotten Steven's own innate sense of humor was, it was possibly highly hypocritical how angry he'd been at them, but Connie and Dirk were his people and the entire point of having your people is actually really giving a shit about what happens to them, so whatever.)
So yes. He'd had to let the anger take its course, which he had by ranting to a bemused Jack about everything he'd wanted to do to the goddamn mooks until even Steven had recognized he'd started to get repetitive. Mugging some random asshole that morning, even though he hadn't had a Pokemon worth stealing, had helped too a little. And so had just-- disinvesting entirely from the native Rockets in general. Honestly, being able to write them all off was even more of a relief than he'd thought it might be.
Connie, though, she was Steven's. And he'd watched (and watched and re-watched) her have a complete breakdown on Dirk, spurred on by Dirk's amazing ability to say the absolute shittiest thing possible at any given time... and at the time it had actually been happening, Steven hadn't had a goddamn clue about it.
No matter how long overdue it is, Steven really does want to check up on her. So once he's home that night, waiting for Jack to follow, he sets the gear down on the kitchen table and opens up the video chat.
"Mija?" he says, once it connects, peering at the screen with a worried expression. "I don't know if you've been paying much attention to the channels for your internship, but, ah... some fucker in security posted footage of you fighting with Dirk and. Well. I wanted to check up on you. And, uh, let you know that your Pokemon might have made some promises on your behalf that I won't make you honor."