Annnnnd send. Tapping the button on his Phone Jet stuffed the device into his jean's pocket and waited for the door to open. To be honest this was the forst time Jet was ever asked to anyones place before and he was admittedly a little nervous. Especially considering how Priam liked to flirt. And what the hell did he mean by super secretmission?! Well regardless Jet was prepared for whatever it was. But God even, thinking about it gave the blue haired lad butterflies. It probably didn't help matters when Priam opened the door while he was mid thought, causing the boy to jump out of his skin.

When Priam opened the door he would probably notice that Jet put in more of an effort with his clothing. While he usually just wore the same big ass jacket and trousers to missions, here Jet was wearing a red hoodie and Jeans, a black t shirt underneath. There would also be a nice armoa coming from the young rocket. Cologne maybe? Or maybe it was the smell of the shampoo he used in his hair earlier?

Anyway, Jet wasn't too sure what to expcet but he found himself more nervous as Priam spoke. What was so bad that he couldn't tell me in a text? The butterflies were flapping thier wings even harder as he waited for the reply.

"Okay no. Bye." Jet wasn't sure what to expect tonight. He was nervous but kind of excited to actually visit someones place. Those feelings quickly turned to disappointment as he went to the door. Jet O'Haire wasn't anybody's maid! Unless of course there was a shitton of money involved. And maybe some begging.

Before he could reach the door, an arm swung around Jet's neck keeping him from escaping. Shifting his gaze to Priam as he pleaded and asked if he was going on a date, the young rocket became all to aware of how little space there was between him and Priam and averted his gaze to the ceiling. "N-No, I don't. Thought I'd just do something for the evening after the mission." Still refraining from looking at Priam (which was only partially due to the light blush on his face.) Jet gave a large sigh. "Fin- Hey stop pulling!"

After being whisked into his apartment, Jet got a good feel about how things were going to play out. The place at first glance didn't seem too bad. But that's how most messes started. Once they started to sort through all the clutter then that's where the real mess was going to lay. While Jet didn't exactly take Priam for unhygienic he assumed that his friend wasn’t an avid cleaner. So eventually once they cleared the mess they were going to have to start the real clean.

Once that deduction was made though, Jet felt a kinship with his fellow blue haired rocket. They seemed to be in the same boat where anyone they could try to ask for help were either way above them in the gang or just regular people who couldn’t find out they were in said gang. Kind of stuck between a rock and a hard place.

He was just about to agree to help when his partner started to bribe him and even bowed to him! God, all these kanto expressions... Well anyway, it wasn't like Jet would refuse the kind offer. "Okay fine, I'll think of something when I'm done." he said with fained reluctance, although the small grin on his face made it hard to sell. "Right, crank up the music and let's get started. You take one corner and I'll do the same. Start making a pile in the center of the room. One for trash and another for stuff ya wana keep. I'll do the same but might make a third pile for junk I'm not sure about." he then took out a pokeball from his pocket and released a spoopy ghost pokemon. "This is Balor, he's gonna store all the trash in his void. Careful though, he likes to pull pranks." And with that semi ominous warning, Jet took to a corner to wad through all of the junk!

"S-Shut up and let's start already!" Concealing his blush by the declaration of love under the mound of junk Jet started to get to work right away. To start Priam made a note of what he didn't want, which were research papers that his old roommate used to have. He didn't have any use but the rocket thought his partner might. "Huh, sure I guess." Jet wasn't a scholar by any means but depending on the research he could find himself something useful for later in his career.

Jet wasn't sure how long he was going to stay in the rockets, or rather how long he was going to be forced to work with them so he wanted to have enough ammo on him to at least survive and keep the gang at bay when he would hopefully leave. It was something always at the back of his mind which krept up every now and then, this being a prime example.

Thankfully Priam came with another distraction, this one less welcome. Still, not even Jet had a heart so cold that he couldn't see the sadness in Priam's otherwise happy expression. "That's too bad. How'd you lose him?" He asked geting up from his pile and walking over to Priam to help him on his pile. While he walked he would point at the pile Priam was supposed to be working on before starting from scratch at a new area. Better to keep close by so he doesn't waste the whole evening.

As for the cleaning, even though he was there for a short while, the accumulation of trash started to pile up rather quickly, ballor trying to stuff as much of the papers into it's void as it could. By the time Priam had answered Jet would be done at his station, without only a handful of things he was unsure about at his feet, the rest were either clothes left in another pile for laundry or opened letters with the contents still remaining within. Maybe this wouldn't take too long after all?