There couldn't be a stranger set of people and Pokemon roaming the halls of HQ today.
But despite all scatterbrained appearances, Wrath is blessedly not leading the new grunt on a wild goose chase.
After a couple of corner-turns and one stairwell, the main desk comes into view. A sour-looking, older woman mans the station, a cigarette in hand. Her Meowth is curled boredly beside the book she's reading. A steamy romance involving a wide-eyed business intern from downtown Unova and a wildman who'd been raised by Primeape on a remote island, by the looks of the cover.
Said book is quickly put down when Wrath brazenly trots right up to the desk and jumps, clinging to the edge to see over it.
"MISS FRONTDESK! We-- pblbtlthhh!"
Apparently 100% prepared for Invasion by Wrath at any given time, the woman had picked up a spraybottle and nailed him right in the face with it. He dropped back to the floor and recoiled, hissing like a raccoon and baring his bizarrely-sharp teeth.
"NO hands on the desk! Two feet away at ALL TIMES." The woman huffed out a sigh, then shot Walter a long-suffering look, as if to say, 'See what I have to deal with?'. It's clear that the 'two feet' rule only applies to Wrath, and that there's definitely a story behind it. "What do you need? My break is in five minutes, so make it snappy."
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But despite all scatterbrained appearances, Wrath is blessedly not leading the new grunt on a wild goose chase.
After a couple of corner-turns and one stairwell, the main desk comes into view. A sour-looking, older woman mans the station, a cigarette in hand. Her Meowth is curled boredly beside the book she's reading. A steamy romance involving a wide-eyed business intern from downtown Unova and a wildman who'd been raised by Primeape on a remote island, by the looks of the cover.
Said book is quickly put down when Wrath brazenly trots right up to the desk and jumps, clinging to the edge to see over it.
"MISS FRONTDESK! We-- pblbtlthhh!"
Apparently 100% prepared for Invasion by Wrath at any given time, the woman had picked up a spraybottle and nailed him right in the face with it. He dropped back to the floor and recoiled, hissing like a raccoon and baring his bizarrely-sharp teeth.
"NO hands on the desk! Two feet away at ALL TIMES." The woman huffed out a sigh, then shot Walter a long-suffering look, as if to say, 'See what I have to deal with?'. It's clear that the 'two feet' rule only applies to Wrath, and that there's definitely a story behind it. "What do you need? My break is in five minutes, so make it snappy."