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Will sighed as the Wigglytuff seemed to be apeased, and stood to his full height again. Now his attention turned to the confrontation, and he frowned. This wasn't looking good, and it was best if he stayed out of it. He didn't know what happened, so he couldn't say anything.

Seth however, frowned as well as he heard the voices inside the room. It sounded like he might have to get involved if things got out of hand. "Good dog," he told Moloch again, and gave his mane a pat. "Sit, stay." He then told him before turning and making his way into the recroom.

"You are right. I don't." he forced himself to calm. It was very difficult and his hands clenched into tight fists, ignoring the pain it caused. "I forget there all sorts of reasons to join Team rocket." he wasn't scared of them. His pokemon were moments away and he knew how to use them. But still, this wasn't the time to make a big fight. He'd keep an eye on her though.

"Hnph. Whatever. I don't care anymore." And then, just as unpredictably as it set upon her, all anger fled Aila. She made her way to the nearest chair and seated herself on it, kicking her shoes off and pulling her feet up onto the cushion. She curled up there in much the same position she had been in on the floor, burying her face in her arms.

Had Sorano been there, he would have ultimately agreed to what Faleen said. There all had to exercise some sort of toleration for each other, considering they were all bound to the same name: Team Rocket. With that name comes a certain creed that should be followed and honored. It's a family; though more of a family on the darker side.

Whinny eyes bubbled to the sight of Steve approached her. By appearance alone, he looked at much bothered as she did. That was a tad bit comforting for the Wigglytuff as empathy was what she was searching for most than.

When Aila lost her tense posture, Panther's hands relaxed. Faleen was right, it wasn't his place to punish her. That didn't mean he had to be happy about what she did.

"I'm not...." He frowned, and shook his head giving up what he had to say. "Well it did serve as a rather good distraction." The last spike of his adrenaline left him feeling more drained then before.

At a time like this, when the most desirable option - batter down the doors to the infirmary and lick his person's face until she woke up - had been reasoned away from him, the least confusing and most familiar of action was to follow commands from a known voice. Moloch sat, glad at least to stay away from the tension in the lounge, and took up half the hall. Leonard's poffins were eyed, but despite the array of scents and flavors the dog didn't seem very interested, though he filed away the fact the skinny boy had food for later perusal.

Then the fuzzy one erupted in hysteria and tension - a brusque way of describing it, but there it was. "Aurruu," the Arcanine voiced, distressed by the noise.

In truth, the puff of white atop Nyx's head and her small stature made her rather.. puppyish to the dog's eyes, something like his littermates in the nest. Granted she made strange noises, had no fur and had yet to breathe fire, but every litter had a runt. Vaguely remembering his mother doing something similar, he swept a giant tongue through her hair, styling it in an interesting fashion.

And now another command, close to the first. "Rroh." Nyx was lightly headbutted in the direction of the lounge.

Nyx was caught off guard by the giant tongue grooming her head, and blinked at the Arcanine. Her white hair, which had earlier in the night been styled to hang down, had already started to poof back up to standards, but was now aided by dog saliva, and Nyx was left with one large patch of hair sticking up and staying that way. It didn't matter, there was no way she was going to look good tonight, it only added to her already disheveled appearance.

She stumbled when the large canine headbutted her, but she was intent on venting her frustrations on Leonard. Nyx was not one for pulling rank, but she was also not one for being hysterical, and everyone knew how that was working out for the night; So she stood her ground.

This was stupid. He only stated what's true and then the agent broke into tears and wailing. She must have been a close friend of Nadja but he wondered if the currently impaired Elite would've minded such behavior.

"Oh, I need permission to help agents?" He said in a snappish tone. "I'm sorry, I must not have gotten the memo. I'll be sure to ask permission when you're..."

He said too much. It didn't look like the Arcanine was interested in the treats either so he left.

And it looked like the rec room didn't fare much better. The looks on everyone's faces indicated he better not open his mouth here either but he did anyway.

"Yes, let's call it a night. Otherwise someone's going to murder someone at this rate."

Steve glanced up when his trainer entered the room, but didn't leave the Wigglytuff's side. Not even for the Poffins that he held in his hands.