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[rocketambition]

[If you happen to be in the third floor of the teacher's dorms, you might see a man running back and forth moving things from one room to another. There isn't a lot he has to move, but he's doing it in a way that's so ridiculously planned it seems laughable. He's still wearing his Team Rocket uniform - so if you recognize that, feel free to intrude

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And then Lyra was a stalker too

[notsilvertongue]

[And here comes Lyra, everyone's favorite Feraligatr lumbering along behind her. She appears to be holding something in her arms, though it's hard to see exactly what it is. She just... walks with Archer in vaguely disapproving silence for a bit. Look at that smirk. Just look at it. He looks like the Meowth that swallowed the Natu. Or... something small enough for a Meowth to swallow without choking.]

...You're still wearing that uniform.

OH MY YES. OTP ALERT.

[rocketambition]

[Oh no, he recognized that voice. But still, Archer's smirk doesn't vanish. It is thanks to Lyra that he discovered Giovanni's presence here, after all. Though he'd rather not recall exactly how he'd run into her here in the first place. Yeah. That was one of those things he'd never speak about again. Ever.]

Of course I am. [As if he actually has any other clothes? Please.] I'm still a member of Team Rocket.

And they all stalked happily ever after

[notsilvertongue]

[The sentiment was mutual.]

Wake up, Archer. Team Rocket doesn't exist anymore. Anyway, if you keep walking around in that, you're gonna get punched. And not just by me!

[And she holds out the thing she was carrying. Lo and behold, it's a t-shirt. A horrible, horrible t-shirt. Where did she even find this?]

Here. I got you something else to wear.

[She says, with a perfectly straight face.]

WHAT A LOVELY ENDING. <3

[rocketambition]

Keep believing that. It will go so much better for you if you do. [Team Rocket was defeated twice, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist anymore. No, Giovanni and Archer are sharing a room, it certainly does exist.]

[Then Lyra holds out that shirt. That horrible, horrible shirt. Archer just stares. Blankly. Unable to come up with anything to say for a moment.]

... [He ends up turning and leaving instead.]

[at the apartment later]

[breaks_ground]

[Someone's in not the best of moods. HOW DID YOU CONVINCE HIM ARCHER HE STILL ISN'T SURE HOW THIS HAPPENED. Whatever. He's just. leaning against the door frame waiting for you already, smoking a cigarette]

[rocketambition]

[Oh it was just a clever use of rhetoric and rambling until you agreed just to shut him up. He actually learned the former from you, boss~]

[Archer finally returns with a stack of files. Each and every one contains details on all the Pokemon trainers in the school, teachers and students alike. He's been pouring over them all morning - when he hasn't been moving his things, that is.]

Boss. [A smile in greeting. Were you waiting~?]

[breaks_ground]

[sorry archer you get a :| face]

Are you about done?

[rocketambition]

[You'd get a sadface if it wasn't so completely out of character.]

Yes, I needed to retrieve these. [He waves the files to indicate that they were what he was looking for. There's a rather smug, self-satisfied smirk on his face. He's clearly pleased with the information his position offers him.] Information on all the other trainers within the school. [It seems he didn't come across any of the actual Pokemon's student or teacher files.]

[redisaloser]

[As Archer arrives at his office, he finds a jackass leaning against the wall in the hallway, looking annoyed. His arms are crossed. As soon as he sees Archer, he stands up a little straighter, before crooking a single finger at him in a "come here" gesture.]

[rocketambition]

[Archer hesitates by the door as the stranger gestures for him to follow. A small frown replaces that smirk for a moment before he finally follows the other.]

What?

[redisaloser]

[He points to his face]

Do you know who I am?

[rocketambition]

[How rude. If his hands weren't full right now, he'd swat that finger away. Didn't anyone ever bother to teach this kid manners?] No.

[Mockingly.] Should I?