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It was like being at the Wish House.

Walter didn't remember his childhood fondly. Or any part of his life really. But the orders, the training, the quiet masses of grunts he was ranked beside was familiar. He knew how to do as he was told. He could memorise lists of commands and booklets on conduct. Running, fighting...it was all familiar to him. And given he was still extremely confused and lost about how he came to be here and how he was alive, the familiarity was welcome. Even if he expected to be shoved into a facility like the Water Prison if he disappointed or failed his superiors.

Between training, he persued books on these 'Pokemon'. It seemed the world revolved around them, given Team Rockets goals and the power these beings could obtain. His own were currently small and weak. But that would change. Until he gathered his bearings and determined what he was meant to do, how to return home and complete the Sacraments ritual, he would obey Team Rocket. He had forgotten the comforts of having a place to live and if they were willing to pay for him then he wouldn't complain about doing work for them. It wouldn't matter anyway. he would eventually find a way back and cleanse the world of sin. If he had to clear this world of it's sin too, then he would find a way.

He roamed the halls with Darkness perched on his shoulder, a passive look on his face. You could never be sure when or where an attack might come and having the Murkow keep an eye out for threats helped him manage the mild anxiety he felt in being so close to people.

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Walter remained placid but glanced between Wrath and the woman. That sort of treatment didn't seem required but he didn't speak up. A little water in the face was hardly a note-worthy punishment in his books, although Wrath's reaction was bizarre.

"A map of this place. And a pen." Walter answered smoothly. It didn't matter if it was incorrect or old - if there was one thing he had noticed and admired from watching Henry navigate his worlds, it was the way the man handled the maps he had acquired. Hence why he needed the pen as well.

After spluttering and shaking his head wildly, Wrath shoots the woman a glare and straight-up growls, a low buzzing sound in his throat that carries on even as she completely ignores him and boredly hands Walter a generic, photocopied map of the building and a ballpoint pen.

"Here. Keep the runt out of trouble if you keep hanging around him, will you? I'm not paid enough to play babysitter to a Poochyena that someone taught to wear clothes."

It sounds harsh, but... well, Wrath is still growling.

Walter accepted the map and opened it, finding his room and marking it. He looked back at Wrath before replying to the woman, unbothered by Wrath's animalistic growling. It was interesting to meet a human who didn't pretend to be above the animals they were. "Thank you. And he is not my responsibility."

It seemed like Wrath was a wild child to Walter. He didn't intend to keep 'hanging around him'. He hadn't intend to even talk to him. He left the grouchy receptionist and retreated to a corner, where he could be out of the way as he inspected the map.

Well, Walter wasn't wrong.

But he also wasn't yet free of the small, badly-dressed shadow, who had (of course) followed him over to the corner and was now leaning in slightly to see just what Walter was putting on that map.

"Is it helping?"

"...Yes." Walter continued to add little marks, making a key. He would need to note areas that were (curruently) out of bounds to himself, doors that required a Card Key and were certain rooms were, such as the training area and the cafeteria, along with what hours they were frequented. He glanced over to Wrath, nodding. "Thank you."

he then intended to leave, to fill in his map. Assumption gave Hungry a little wave and trotted after Walter. Although, whether Wrath would actually let him go was another thing entirely.

Wrath watched all this with great interest. He'd never particularly had use for maps-- for once not because it was 'a human thing' (even Homunculi could make wrong turns on their way to spark insurrection and military violence in other countries) but because nobody in their right mind would ever have trusted the resident feral child with the directions, so he'd always been happily oblivious whenever the need for a map arose.

He beamed when thanked, showing off every one of those wolfish teeth.

"You're welcome!"

... And then, yes, he continued to follow Walter. Not saying anything. Just happily trailing along in line after Assumption, with Hungry waddling along behind him.

Walter, enjoy having two extra shadows for what will probably be the rest of the day.

8)

Walter allowed the following as he began to double check the map, looking for areas he hadn't been to yet and would need to further investigate before making notes on. He didn't see a point in trying to chase Wrath away - the child was ultimately doing no harm.

Assumption looked up behind them and beamed, a little skip in his step at having Wrath and Hungry tag along. It was a friend train!

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