The Galarian
He/Him
27
May 9th
Rustboro City
Bisexual
Archaeologist
Rocket Admin
The future will tempt you, the present will indulge you, but the past will shackle you.
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Cooperation [S]
POSTED ON Apr 29, 2024 21:54:17 GMT
For a moment, Howard thought that the woman who opened the door was the elusive parker jones that he had heard much about. That was quickly rectified by the glimmering Unown by her side. Appearances could change and names revised, but bonds and memories did not so easily disappear.
If this woman had Kallistatus, then she was indeed Naomi Sato.
"Sorry, I get formal as a defensive measure. Courtesy can be an ironclad shield, I feel." Rocket consisted of individuals far stronger than Howard, and he used a slew of placations, formalities, and acts of subservience to maintain positive relationships with them all. "Evening, Nomi."
He was helpful, therefore he was liked. It was as simple as that.
When the door creaked wider, he slipped inside the house. It was small and cute, but the pessimism of the admin made him suspect that the house was overpriced and expensive. Hoenn's housing market was not one to be trifled with, and the price of a flat in Rustboro made Howard occasionally think that joining Rocket was the right call.
"You look terrible." There was no need to dance around a truth they both knew. "Being outed doesn't agree with you. I like the hair, though."
He looked around for a few moments, having given his pleasantries. He gestured at the newspaper, then at the Head Scientist. As the pages ruffled, a flash of Nomi and her original look appeared on a page poking out between paper folds.
"Can we sit? I have questions, you have answers." He gave her a small smile. "Your position demands you to, at least."
Naomi Sato
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