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Oh, I'm sure! Don't worry, I'm sure your diapers are ENORMOUSLY professional, too.

Hold your horses, I'll get there when I get there. Finishing up an errand on the way, won't take long.

we do NOT WEAR DIAPERS! we are the illustrious and powerful team rocket!! the world trembles at our name
 i will filet you to a crisp with my bare hands 

fine. but dont expect any food, we're broke.

Edited 2017-12-03 03:03 (UTC)

I'd say "don't get your panties in a twist" but if they're made of rubber I'm not sure how twistable they'd even be.

Worry not! I expect literally nothing from you at all times.

THEY ARE ALSO NOT TWISTED OR MADE OF RUBBER HOW DARE YOU youre 

youre awfully concerned about my underwear for someone who expects nothing

Be there in five. Wear something nice for me.

[ He's probably fucking with her like the shitlord he is.

Probably. ]

so you like a girl in uniform? noted

[ There's no further response - but true to his word, it's about five minutes before there's the sound of his cane rapping at her door. ]

Room service!

[ She might notice there are a few flecks of what appears to be blood on his otherwise white coat. It doesn't appear to be his.

... The blood, that is. Not the coat. This is definitely his fashion choice. ]

[she gives him one critical once-over as soon as she opens the door, but ushers him in with only a grunt, indicating:]

Put that stupid bellboy's coat anywhere, I don't care.

[more importantly]

Have you got it?

Awfully demanding for someone being offered a free drink, aren't you?

[ He doesn't hurry in the process of shedding the coat to toss it over a random chair. The hat, of course, stays on. And more importantly, there is a bag in his other hand, which he lifts up to dangle in front of her face. ]

Of course I do. I wouldn't risk partaking of your company while sober.

Awfully smarmy for someone who needs my shoulder to cry on, aren't you?

[she won't lower herself to snatching at the booze like a wayward Meowth after a toy, so she crosses her arms over her chest instead.]

The feeling is mutual.

Always.

[ The bag is set down on whatever surface he can find, the bottle withdrawn a moment later. It's... actually top-shelf stuff. Expensive. Whether it was obtained legally or not is a legitimate question. ]

Are you too broke to have glasses for pouring this into?

[she'll assume the worst, and expect it. if it was legitimate means, that would be a let down.

but after another Look Jessie does retrieve some cups, instead, little half-plastic things. probably those little plastic disney collectible ones they used to make you buy at mcdonalds]

What kind of thieves would we be if we didn't? Here.

[ Roman takes one of the cups, turning it in his hand. Mulan. Okay, sure. ]

Truly, you're living the high life.

[ He shrugs, setting it back down so he can go about pouring a drink for each of them. ]

You're not a weepy drunk, are you?

[obviously this means he needs to cut his hair and join the army so.

Not even waiting for the liquid to stop sloshing around, she takes a long sip]

Speak for yourself-- I'm a classy drunk.

Yeeeeeaaaah... you'll forgive me for being skeptical.

[ He doesn't wait much longer to take a drink himself, more of a gulp than a sip. It's been a rough day, alright. ]

Oh, drat. We didn't even toast first.

I'll never forgive you ever~

[oh, that's right. that's manners. she snickers:]

I don't think this'll last long for that, either way.

[ That earns an arch of his (well-groomed) eyebrow, a skeptical quirk of his lips. ]

If you finish this bottle I'm not going out for another. I'm not a charity.

[ He knows she's probably talking about the first glass (or cup, whatever) but... still. Fair warning. ]

Aren't you though?

[she's not as fast as he is to take a big ol' drought from the glass, but you know.
not because he told her not to!!]

Have you met me?

[ He scoffs, shaking his head as he takes another drink. ]

You can get your hands on booze just as easily as I can. It's not like we're worried about paying for it.

[idly swirling her glass--]

We all have regrets. I could, but I'm on a break right now.

A break.

[ He eyes her for a moment. ]

Don't tell me you're going to swing around to the other side. Redemption arcs are so overdone.

As IF! You're kidding yourself if you think so.

[a wave of her hand]

I mean a lunch break. A dinner break. Does jumping to conclusions count as a calorie burning method?

You would be shocked at how many times I see it happen. "I can't keep doing this," or "How am I supposed to live with myself," blah blah blah.

[ He rolls his eyes, refilling his cup even though it wasn't quite empty just yet. ]

It would be funny, if it wasn't so pathetic.

Someone sounds bitter-- like you miss your senpai or something~ Most Rockets die, as far as I know.

[a hum]

No, it's just sad.

Annoyed, is more like it. Getting new blood is a hassle. You want bitter, I could point you to a guy who's the textbook definition. He's very melodramatic, I'm sure you'd get along.

[ Except for the whole "hey how about we murder and/or enslave all humans" part, but. ]