Just a weird little Commandshippy (Domino and Giovanni) fic from Mr
Fluffy's (the Persian belonging to Giovanni) point of view… well, quite a
lot about Mr Fluffy, but certainly Commandshippy based. I don't own
anything, not even the nickname Mr Fluffy—someone else does (forget who,
I'm borrowing it).
I purred loudly. And louder. They ignored me. My Master (his name is Giovanni, but I refer to him as Master) was mumbling. "Hmm… what about… there." Domino laughed. "I win again! Honest, where'd you learn to play nought and crosses?"
How boring. All he ever does is sit around and play cards and paper games with her. Ever since she arrived—she got promoted for some job she did, then she comes in here, and I don't know what her job is anymore, but she doesn't seem to ever do it. And I don't get to sit next to his chair anymore. That's her job. Dangling over the side of his chair. I get –if I'm lucky- to sit under his desk. The rest of the time he throws something at me, or she kicks me with the end of her boot, and that's my signal to leave, so they can have time together alone. So I have to slink out by myself. No one wants me anymore. It was fun while it lasted, being Master's favourite. I got all the best food—I ate better than most of the rockets, even the high rank ones, did. I was sophisticated; I was a real high life Pokémon. I got everything I wanted. Sure, you might say I was spoilt, I never battled, and if I wanted something I got it-instantly. But I missed the excitement of battle a little, stuck in a stuffy office for hours on end, hardly any exercise. I had to wander down corridors for hours if I wanted to get out—Rocket HQ is a maze, and if you're not tall enough to see over things you can get seriously lost.
I know she's only doing to me what I did to that talking Meowth. I didn't mean to—I just came along, Master liked me and went off him. And maybe she didn't do it just to hurt me.
I still hate her though. She took my master away, and now I end up eating leftovers every night like a common street Meowth. What happened to my sushi? I loved that sushi, more than anything in the world. Especially on Fridays, it seemed to always taste better then. I don't know why. There was someone employed just to feed me, oh, those really were the days…
It was only a few weeks ago, really. And only two years before that that I first went to live with him.
Some rocket guy—low rank, I think—caught me out near Celadon City—I was wandering there in search of food. He took me back to Master, who took a liking to me and kicked that talking Meowth out. After that I lived in luxury for two years, and then Domino appeared and I get kicked down from Mr Fluffy to The Fleabag That Sits In The Corner. And now it's not a cat replacement—it's a flippin' person. And I bet she has more fleas than I ever had.
I purred loudly. And louder. They ignored me. My Master (his name is Giovanni, but I refer to him as Master) was mumbling. "Hmm… what about… there." Domino laughed. "I win again! Honest, where'd you learn to play nought and crosses?"
How boring. All he ever does is sit around and play cards and paper games with her. Ever since she arrived—she got promoted for some job she did, then she comes in here, and I don't know what her job is anymore, but she doesn't seem to ever do it. And I don't get to sit next to his chair anymore. That's her job. Dangling over the side of his chair. I get –if I'm lucky- to sit under his desk. The rest of the time he throws something at me, or she kicks me with the end of her boot, and that's my signal to leave, so they can have time together alone. So I have to slink out by myself. No one wants me anymore. It was fun while it lasted, being Master's favourite. I got all the best food—I ate better than most of the rockets, even the high rank ones, did. I was sophisticated; I was a real high life Pokémon. I got everything I wanted. Sure, you might say I was spoilt, I never battled, and if I wanted something I got it-instantly. But I missed the excitement of battle a little, stuck in a stuffy office for hours on end, hardly any exercise. I had to wander down corridors for hours if I wanted to get out—Rocket HQ is a maze, and if you're not tall enough to see over things you can get seriously lost.
I know she's only doing to me what I did to that talking Meowth. I didn't mean to—I just came along, Master liked me and went off him. And maybe she didn't do it just to hurt me.
I still hate her though. She took my master away, and now I end up eating leftovers every night like a common street Meowth. What happened to my sushi? I loved that sushi, more than anything in the world. Especially on Fridays, it seemed to always taste better then. I don't know why. There was someone employed just to feed me, oh, those really were the days…
It was only a few weeks ago, really. And only two years before that that I first went to live with him.
Some rocket guy—low rank, I think—caught me out near Celadon City—I was wandering there in search of food. He took me back to Master, who took a liking to me and kicked that talking Meowth out. After that I lived in luxury for two years, and then Domino appeared and I get kicked down from Mr Fluffy to The Fleabag That Sits In The Corner. And now it's not a cat replacement—it's a flippin' person. And I bet she has more fleas than I ever had.