005 | Of names and other things...

[diehardreaper]

Here's a question for you lot.

[ Today finds Ronald under a tree, enjoying the weather as he uses Barkley (now a houndoom) as a pillow. ]

Color a bloke curious but... how'd you come up with names for your pokemon? Ever fancy naming them after anyone from home?

Just a passing curiosity!

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[diehardreaper]

Introduction and prolly a letter of intent done in triplicate?

[ Okay now he's just teasing. ]

[death_glare]

[ I knew there was a reason I made this! Shall I print Ronald out three copies? ]

Stop. Now you're just mocking me.

[diehardreaper]

[ Do flings count as references? ]

It's called teasing, sir. Heard friends do it on occasion when they fancy poking fun at each other.

[ He still has that amused look though. Gosh his boss. So Socially Constipated. Much cranky. Wow. ]

[death_glare]

[ I suppose if that's all the playboy has.

Grump. Grump. ]

...

Well I suppose it's nice to know you consider me more than just your boss.

[diehardreaper]

[ There's a grin back for that. Oh ye of little faith. ]

You'd think it'd be a bit more blatant after the conversation we just had, eh?

But really, sir. I always thought well of you and Mister Sutcliffe! I know we should be professional and all but you can't help it when you've worked alongside a certain lot after a while, don't you think?

[death_glare]

Ah yes, well.

[ He'd kind of pushed that conversation to the side after they'd had it, but the reminder makes him adjust his glasses awkwardly. ]

This experience here helps in that, as well, I suppose. We certainly never spent this much free time together back in London. Not that I had much to begin with.