Alas, he found himself at the trall of yet another scientific discovery. Or something of that nature. In all honesty, he was too busy scrolling through videos that showed pranks, cat pokemon playing with yarn, and a variety of thirst traps. How did they expect him to assess the situation when he was too busy staring at a literal ass? Anyway, he glanced at the written orders and turned the corner. It wasn’t a wing he was familiar with, but it was one he would grow accustomed to, he imagined.

The talks of computer science caught his interest a lot more than some of the basic sciences that some of the people within Team Rocket applied themselves to served Ren very little – he was just there to be pretty or something. (Hey, he could be as delusional as he pleased. Some of Rocket was off their rocker, so that paled in comparison to their fantasies.) Teeth clenched down on the strawberry lollipop in his mouth as he gave the door a few knocks. Once he heard whomever it was on the other side say that he could come in, Ren turned the handle and stood in the doorway for a moment and assessed the situation.

Hey, she was kinda cute.

”So we’re working together, yeah?” he asked. ”Let’s get the traumadump out of the way, mmkay? Because if I have to find out your parents died, your lover cheated on you or died, or you were abandoned as a child, I will use ChatGPT to AI write my suicide letter and take a bath with the office Keurig.”

Bold and to the point. His lips curled downward to further heighten just how unenthused he was to be there. It was early, he didn’t sleep worth shit, and he had to deal with his roommate going to poundtown with some bimbo. Ren lifted the energy drink he had, stabbed into the can, and began to shotgun it entirely while maintaining eye contact.

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