When he’s finished, Achroma caps his pen and sets it down, waving the server over once more. A ridiculously short wait time for Ghetsis to get so fussy about. In the end, it only takes him a minute more or so. Ignoring how his statement leaves Ghetsis fuming, Achroma resumes his reading. “So you’re going to have to wait a little while for me.” “I had to wait nearly twenty minutes for you to arrive,” he informs Ghetsis, his tone frigid. Silently, Achroma puts down the notebook and reaches for a napkin, mopping up the spill. “This is important business, Doctor,” he sneers. Ghetsis slams a hand onto the table, and the force of the blow causes the doctor’s coffee to spill from its cup and for his pen to slash a jagged line across the paper. The sound of the pen scratching is Achroma’s only reply. Just as soon as I finish looking at this.” Can we get to business now?”Īchroma taps his pen to his chin, looking down the page before him. Instead of trying to refute Achroma’s smug comment, Ghetsis just scoffs.
Not that regular clothes would have done much to hide his identity anyway, with a face like the one he had.Īchroma gestures to his own attire: a sleek black turtleneck and gray slacks. It seemed almost as if he wanted to be clocked as a former Team Plasma leader. Ghetsis’ outfit is what Achroma would not-so-lovingly refer to as a ‘Manic Cult Leader Uniform,’ complete with high collared cloak and elaborately decorated cane. “Well, to be fair, I didn’t realize you’d be coming looking like that. In response, he simply hums, eyeing Ghetsis over. Plus, he was bound to pick somewhere creepy, and no matter what anyone said, Achroma prided himself in having standards. But Achroma had figured that allowing Ghetsis to choose the location of their meeting would give him a little too much control of the situation. Ghetsis slides into the seat opposite Achroma, immediately clattering his cane against the table and hissing, “I believe I requested we meet somewhere more discreet.” Achroma can just see it over the top of the notebook he’s holding. You don’t have to seat me.”Ī short yelp bursts from the attendant as the cafe’s new arrival shoulders past her. He can hear one of the wait staff flustering over the new customer, who grumbles rather loudly, “I’m meeting someone here. It is the third time it has done so since he has arrived, and Achroma does not look up. Do you have your work with you?”Īlmost dazedly, the waiter nods, hurrying to the back room to fetch his notes. “You know, the person I’m meeting with was supposed to be here ten minutes ago,” the doctor drawls, producing a red pen from a pocket and setting it down next to his cup. It’s abrupt enough to startle the young server. The waiter’s knuckles clench tighter around the platter, gut churning in a mix of anxiety and anticipation. He goes silent for a moment, turning back to the window and gazing at the skyline. “And your work has just been such an inspiration.”Īs he draws the cup closer, Achroma responds amusedly, “So I’m told.” “Yes, sir,” the waiter replies, holding the platter he’d delivered the coffee on tight against his chest. “An up and coming researcher, are you?” Achroma asks.
Achroma gives him a smile, and the waiter works up the nerve to ask in stumbling words if the doctor would look over some of his notes for him. This is how the waiter at the cafe recognizes him, setting down his ordered cup of dark espresso with a shaky hand. His name is often passed around university circles, and his work in recent years has only caused him to have an even greater public presence. He sits alone at a window side table, his chin resting in a delicate hand as he watches the movement of the crowded city streets below.Īchroma is an accomplished young pokemon researcher, who has rapidly gained fame in the recent months, and who is known well by the general public for his papers discussing the nature of a pokemon’s strength. In a rooftop cafe in Castelia City, Doctor Achroma waits patiently for his coffee to arrive. All my thinking about colress has manifested into a fic.Ī megalomaniac and a scientist discuss evil plans over coffee and cheesecake.
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