Ariana had been held up in her office with paper work, it was literally her least favorite thing to do. Like ever. The woman had received word that her letter was delivered safely to her son, Kamon. Upon her return she was filling out the paper work needed to secure her rank once more. Though her vacation was over, it was mostly spent with her mother in Cianwood.
A grunt knocked on her door and she allowed them to enter. “come in.” she looked up to see a grunt, plain as ever. Nothing special in the slightest.
“hm?” she raised her eyebrows at him curiously. “what is it?”
The grunt looked flustered at her demanding voice, it was naturally like that though. Her mother had a gentle voice, but it clearly had seen some things before, causing it to seem rough at first. It was possible he voice was similar to her fathers, whoever he was.
“R-Rival.. he’s in the lounge.. I saw his hair when i walked past it.” The woman pushed away from her desk and pushed past the grunt. “You better have a good reason for being in the break room.” she hissed at the unnamed grunt but she was soon out of view.
The lounge was on the same floor as her office so the woman was there almost instantly. “Kamon?—!” she practically burst into the room.he was there, her son, and no one was going to take him away from her, Giovanni wasn’t here to stop her from being reunited with him.
He was pretty sure this was the right place, the letter his mother had sent him said so— Well he didn’t tell her he was going to come and visit her in the actual base itself. It was… dangerous to do that, even though proton and Archer had given him some basis of what it was “truly like” for him as the Heir. The red head boy rolled his fingers against the counter and looked at the clock, he was waiting for the right time to move. The Grunts outside were noisy as ever, so it was easy to keep track of where they were.
Stupid grunts were taking too long— was there a map in here? Maybe he could find out where his mothers office was or really anywhere and go from there. He hummed and started looking around the break room, pulling things aside.
This was going to take forever what was supposed to be a short little visit to tell her where they should officially meet. Rival felt like he was in the most dangerous place he could have been in. He tried to remember if his mother’s letter had anything significant in it— no not that he could remember actually.
Suddenly there was a hush outside, it took him by surprise but he decided he would leave now… Wait there were footsteps.. Coming to the break room! Before he could find a hiding place (where there were none) the door opened and a woman stood in the door way, making the male relieved.
Rival pulled his hand out of his pocket, waving to his mother, “Hey Mom, Surprise huh?” He smiled at her, “Sorry my letter must have not gotten here then— its good to see you.” His voice showed relief, ah, he could breathe in this atmosphere now.
He was a bit on end though, but he looked the same— messy red hair, lanky tall body, sleepy face. Rival was just the same looking as she had seen him months before but he hoped that she was alright. To calm his nerves a bit he asked the question, “The grunts aren’t going to come in here right?”
His mother had sent him a message, it was in her handwriting and sealed in ink which made it more notable and creditable. Rival had to be careful when addressing these things- but she also used his real name which made him sure that this was her.
Rocket leader Executive Ariana was back in Kanto.
She told him of her return and wished to see her baby boy again, and in the letter she seemed real excited too. But he would have to go into the base to see her, not like that really affected him— the whole entire rocket clan seemed to properly love him even though he was excommunicated by his father all those years ago. So it would be easy for him to get inside of the base and see her.
Scurrying inside of the base he began to move around, not wanting to be noticed he found the meeting location. Ariana didn’t seem to be there yet so he waited for her, hoping that this wasn’t some trap for assassination or whatever.
Leaning against the wall he heard the shuffle of feet, fleeting soldiers, yep team rocket was still on the move. While he still was trying to find the basis if he should accept who he really was, or keep denying it for the rest of his life. But— what room was this? It looked like a break room, of course, not many rockets got breaks except for the executives.
He checked the clock, he was spot on time. But his mother was probably trying to clear up some things, he’d wait. Rival was patient to see his mother again, the boy had missed her dearly.