nirvanicpurloiner:

What a sarcastic little shit this red head was turning out to be. 

Not that, in retrospect, Klepto would have really expected anything less from someone who had dubbed worthy of being called a piccolo principe. Arrogant, just like the stereotypical royalty. (Though, it was either that or the other half the cliche’d cliques.) His eyes were sharp and cold, there wasn’t a fire, a spark, a single ray of warmth, however, and it was because of that the man for hire was going with the more shadier half of the assumptions for a heir. 

He had his own bit of experiences with ‘princes’ after all, though Boss Man was far more illegal than the Rocket. 

“Ain’t I though? ‘m jus’ like a modern day Robin Hood,” granted Mr. Kleptomaniac didn’t have a full comprehension of what exactly the folk lore legend had ever done, and even if he did, he was still far from being a Robin Hood. Stealing from the wealthy and giving to the poor would have been blasphemy for him. (And Silver was far from being one of the ‘poor’.) 

It was much more like “Kill the wealthy, free the world of one less scum bag”. 
“Trus’ me, they will. ‘Sides, they’d really be better off findin’ a old rusted pipe, an’ breakin’ off one ‘a it’s ends,” it was a bigger weapon that was still easier to carry around, if it was broken it was better. The pipe became a bludgeoning tool, as well more like a knife. Two in one..Tricks he’d learned when he’d been on the street at a younger age. 

Ah—..more sarcasm. Did the heir just have a overstock of sarcasm? Because that’s really what it was sounding like to the kleptomaniac, and the kleptomaniac was sort of getting tired of this. If he wanted to unload his overstock he would happily place the junior in front of a certain informant and let the both of them just go at each other with their unruly sarcasm… At least until Lucian grew tired with the other’s back lash and decided it was about high time he pulled a gun on the teen. Or worse

The two of them actually got along. 

That was probably just about the only thing that was keeping the ravenette from doing just that,“Hey now, ‘m jus’ a workin’ man here. Gotta make sure tha’ I get my business spread ‘round,” he ushered out, keeping his own level of sarcastic lilt to his voice. For the next few moments, Rivera listened to whatever sort of explanation the red-head was giving him for the moment. In reality, the chances of the guy coming back right away were very slim. There were no housing spaces around here, so unless he planned on pulling his knife on some poor pedestrian, the chances are that he wouldn’t notice it missing for some time. But. Silver was wanting to get on his way, and Klepto wasn’t ready to just let his little prince walk off into the distance on his own just yet. 

A half-hearted shrug as he kicked the ground softly, waiting for the teen to start walking,“Well, get on yer way. I’ll be followin’ right beside ya then, piccolo principe,”

Silver regarded the Kleptomaniac’s words that were no doubt supposed to be a sugar-coated correction of sorts to his previous statement, not particularly interested in things like  a modern day Robin Hood. Such a thing didn’t exist to him, for such stories were things that he were told didn’t exist. A rough childhood did that for one such as him, no doubt. It made him grow up faster than one would’ve preferred, but did the young heir complain about it at all and took a moment to cry and say he wanted it to stop? Had he ever once say that he hated what he was forced to become via his precious ‘master’s’ wishes? No, of course not. He never did and he never will because he knew when his mouth needed to be kept shut and when it didn’t… As for his relationship with Team Rocket at this point, it was probably assured that eventually his father would hand over all the power over to him. What Silver did with that once he had it wasn’t defined, and if he had an idea, he wasn’t telling no one– Not even Blue, and that was saying a lot since she was like his sister and he trusted her. But of course, things like that were getting off topic from what it had originally been, as they usually did when Silver went to thinking about something too much and more than he should have. He bothered to finally let his attention snap back to the words the man was saying when he said something about keeping his business spread around…? The way he worded it earned a genuinely amused scoff from the younger, followed by a quick shake of his head. Honestly, there wasn’t really anyone in here that even had even the slightest clue of how to get rid of someone… Much less have the money to afford it, for the name 'man for hire’ wasn’t there just to make him look pretty. That was like saying being the next in line to take over Team Rocket was just a title to make him look cool. It didn’t, obviously. It came with responsibilities, some of which he didn’t want… As did Mr. Kleptomaniac’s respective job and title, no doubt. He had an idea of what he did, but he wasn’t going to judge… He could understand, or at the very least, try to.

The heir mentally noted the sound of the Kleptomaniac’s boot making contact with the sidewalk as he began to follow after him, gloved hands taking comfortable places within the confines of his pockets as he walked. So he really was going to come with him after all, hm…? He was heading back home to headquarters, and Father surely wouldn’t be home right now to question it, so he supposed there wasn’t a problem… The grunts would be wary though. They always were when the redhead came around, always giving him these stares that had different variations depending on who it was. Though they all looked the same, some were distinguishable. Not enough to where he’d remember their name, no, but a face was all he needed in the end. He had a feeling that walking home with someone like the raven that had decided to walk along with him would prove to be the source of any stares–

Again, he cut his thoughts short when the unfamiliar name hit his ears. What was that, some nickname of sorts? It was in a language he couldn’t understand from the sound of it, but the thought that it was another nickname onto the still growing list of nicknames he already had made his nose scrunch in distaste. Just peachy. That’s just what he needed from someone like this… “Silver.” he corrected with a sigh, staring at Klepto through that curtain of red hair covering his right eye, not bothering to turn his head to look at him completely. “Silver Rocket, that’s my name. Not… Whatever the hell you said. Do not call me that. It sounds ridiculous and I already have my fair share of nicknames already, thank you. Plus it sounds ridiculous.” One too many than he’d like, actually… Or in all actuality: ten. He’d prefer to just be called his actual name and perhaps the occasional Silv, but did he get that? No. Not while there were people like Gold in the world.