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1337 had work for his Metagross.

His Metagross was not exactly a Pokemon that could be let out anywhere. There were only a few locations where this particular tool could be used. Rather than go outside (come now, 1337 worked hard to keep that pasty complexion), he decided that the training facility would be a more welcome choice. It was still indoors, and usually there were people there. Guys for joking around with. And girls to hit on.

Sure, there were occasionally noisy Pokemon or Rockets that were chomping at the bit to battle their Pokemon, but usually they would leave him alone when they saw 1337's choice tool.

He slid into the room, and easily spotted the Rocket in the room (Hmm... that looked like Jen), and her Pokemon. Why she'd have her Pokemon sitting in the bleachers, he would never understand. They weren't doing anything productive, so it made little sense to have them there. He mentally noted that Jen was probably the sort to spoil her Pokemon rotten.

He grinned as he made his way in, and as he passed the other Grunt, he greeted her with a simple "Hot pants has a hot Pokemon!" Not clever necessarily, but you didn't need to be clever to break the ice. At least, that was 1337's approach on the matter.

Cold shoulders were overrated. After she had sorted out her Pokemon and seemed to be done busting out the commands, 1337 wandered closer, grin still stretched upon his face.

"Oh... the cold, silent type? Or the bossy type? Hot pants doesn't realize how hot that makes her when she ignores me."

He snickered a little bit before he moved onward. The one important thing about the training facility was it was large. This meant he had enough room to summon his favorite tool. Where as some trainers got super excited and called out "POKEBALL GO" when they released a Pokemon from a Pokemon, the computer hacker did no such thing. He just tossed the Pokeball out in front of him, and with a burst of light, something large and heavy began to form.

The Metagross glanced around silently, taking in all of the surroundings while awaiting its trainer's directions.

1337 stood in front of the large Pokemon, his grin shifting into something less frequently observed upon his face. His lips formed a straight line, and his tone dropped into a serious one lacking all that emotion he usually used with humans.

"Pokemon... I want you to analyze the program I have opened currently on screen. I want you to run some simulations of the program before I add the final touches. Report all observations."

It was impossible for the Pokemon to nod, but on the monitor that nobody but the visored Rocket could see, a binary code showed up.

01011001 01100101 01110011

His Pokemon had its objective in place, and rather promptly, it began to work on its assignment. Just because the Pokemon had its assignment didn't mean that 1337 could take it easy.

Well, too easy that is. Multitasking was such a wonderful thing. He let his left hand start with its typing motions as he spun around to face Jen. There might have been a Pidgeot standing there at the intimidating height of that Elite Agent with the pink hair, but it didn't seem to bother the techie at all.

Rather easily, he approached the girl, one hand still typing. "Jen, Jen, Jenny McHotpants Walker, Jen."

Had she even introduced herself to him? Heck, had she even met him before today?

That grin still remained upon his lips as he stood there without fear of the giant bird, his left hand still plucking away at invisible keys on a keyboard. "I bet with all the sweet nothings you say to your Pokemon, you would probably have a very choice selection of sweet nothings for your boyfriend, Hot pants."

He was willing to bet she, like many of the Rocket girls, was lacking in the boyfriend department. Based off how aloof she had been acting thus far, he figured she probably considered herself the "strong woman" sort. Those were much more fun to mess around with. Oh yes, they were.

People never learned.

Never ever ever.

"Awww... but you just gave me such a nice invitation with that gesture just now." He chuckled in a manner that could only be read as perverted. It was, after all, the direct translation of that gesture. "And I'd never turn down that sort of offer from such a McHotpants like yourself."

As she suggested he update the database with the lack of her assumed middle name, he tsked in her general direction before spinning back to his Pokemon, which despite the lack of the physical movement, was processing much more data than the other Pokemon could probably understand. He swung his hands behind his head.

"Oh Jenny, Jen, Jen, Jenny, Jen!" He shook his head slightly, as if amused at her statement. "I only read the database. I don't alter it. It isn't my job to do that." Bull-faced lies. He might not admit it, but he did occasionally mess around with the database, just for a few laughs. Speaking of a few laughs, he offered a few hearty ones at that very moment before turning around and giving her a noticeable looking over. His head tilted forward and down, then moved up her body.

"And I hate to break it to ya, Jenny Jen Jen... but ya 167% fit tha' bill for the name McHotpants." Humorously, he kissed the air, then blew towards her direction. "It isn't good to live in such a delusional state, Jenny Jen Jen."

Oh, this was too priceless. Angry hottie and her angry Pokemon both giving him the evil eye. Take away the Pokemon, and it would have been arousing.

"I'm sure ya get told this all the time, but yer cute when yer angry." He moved his head as if to look at the Pikachu, but he was just doing it to make a show of it. "The Pokemon, not so much."

He returned his head to the level of her glares and hateful stares. The thing that probably seemed odd about how he maintained himself was the fact he never seemed to stop grinning. "And I am quite curious... what does the fact that my parents were not married before they f*cked and made me got anything to do with this subject?" Still smiling. Apparently calling him a b*****d had little to no meaning to him. It was always fun to turn things to literal meanings on people. Calling him a "dork" always just got a super proud smile spread across his face.

Ah yes, rejection. It was hilarious every time. He waited for the girl to finish her rant, then he laughed. It wasn't a polite laugh. It was the "I am amused at your expense" sort of laugh.

The tall visored man laughed until his laughter had dwindled down to a few mere chuckles, though that grin still remained to haunt his features. "Goodness, where are my manners? I know your name, Jenny Jen Jen McHotpants, and yet, you don't know what to call me. Aside from a b*****d that is."

For a moment, he paused, but it wasn't for anything remotely related to the current conversation. No, it seemed that the Metagross had reported a few observations, which he casually glanced over for now. His left hand typed out some small message that only the Metagross could see, and then 1337 was back to business as usual.

"I go by one three three seven. Not too hard to remember, right?"

He turned back to face his Pokemon, his tool of choice. "And, yer not gonna get rid of me that easily, Hotpants. Can't 'shove off' to the hole, since I am actually working right now." He turned back to face her, grin as large as ever. "Doesn't that piss ya off that I actually have a legit reason to be here?"

"One. Three. Three. Seven." His tone was playfully corrective. If there was one thing that Jen probably wanted, it was for the computer hacker's smile to vanish. And yet, that seemed to be the one constant about 1337's features.

That steady grin.

"Trust me. I haven't done a thing to ya yet, Jenny Jen Jen. If I had, you'd definitely know. Naw... all I'm doin' is just talkin' to a hottie who obviously doesn't want to have a thing t'do with men."

A slight pause. "Which is worse. Me hitting the nail on the head, or the fact that it's true that I haven't done anythin' to ya yet?" With a laugh, he walked up to his large Pokemon again, hand patting the large metal limb, causing a nearly hollow "clank" sound to echo out a bit. For a bit, he pretended to be disinterested altogether, "paying attention" to his Pokemon for a bit.

Yet, eventually he turned back. He didn't say a word. He faced her direction, but he honestly wasn't even looking at her. Yet, he gave the illusion that he was looking at her by simply facing her. He just kept that big grin on his face.

Now to wait.

Why did this game always have to be so fun?