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Backdated to February 1st 2021.
Vrrt, vrrt, vrrt.
Gremlin's large ears swiveled in the direction of the noise from his Negaverse tablet. Since his corruption, he'd gone out of his way to engage with as few people as possible. Sometimes it was necessary for him to mingle with teams and help them conceal themselves, or traverse the city with a general to scout for potential senshi, but unless someone required his support, he was content to lounge on the pillows in Chaos Mauvian Headquarters, waiting for any of his kind to hop through the doors. He wasn't on this side to make friends with humans. He was on this side to see that as many were eradicated as possible.
Definitely wouldn't get that kind of action with Order.
But because of his general unpleasantness and his commitment to solitude away from the humans, there weren't many agents who knew of his existence to even bother asking for his presence. It was unusual for anyone to call on him specifically, but not completely unheard of. The worst part was that he wasn't really in a position to refuse the higher-ups who did know him enough to summon him.
And this was no different. The message was brief, 'I'm meeting with a younger recruit for a little assignment, and we could use some cover. Lend us your paw?' The sender was a general Gremlin had met with once or twice, for those corruption missions he'd mentioned earlier. The man seemed okay for a human. They'd never had any problems, and he seemed nice enough. Gremlin's nose crinkled, and he bared his teeth at the tablet.
Corruptions were among his least favorite activities. He performed them because having another source of chaos out causing trouble was the best he could hope for from an unawakened senshi, but really they were always undeserving and ungrateful of the past and powers they received when he gave them their pens. Gremlin was half-tempted to refuse, since the summons had been more of a question than a demand... But the second message came just as his claws were clicking to the screen to type his reply.
'There will be dinner. Anywhere you like.'
He did like dinner. Fresh dinner that he hadn't had to rummage out of the garbage. And anywhere was such a promising word. Gremlin started his own reply, 'Red Lobster. Lobster, shrimp, and salmon. And biscuits. Those cheddar ones.'
'Deal. We'll meet tomorrow night. I don't expect to keep you long.'
Quick, easy, concise. Gremlin's tail gave a curious sway as he tilted his head at the message. Alright, alright, even if he didn't like the assignment, it was hard to argue with such easy free food. Maybe this guy wasn't so bad...
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Gremlin arrived to see General Lashenite already waiting for him at the agreed upon location, down an alley out behind the Red Lobster, large brown paper bag in hand. The Mauvian trotted up to the other man, and made no secret of his interest in the meal as he stood up on his back legs and steadied his front paws on the side of the sack. "Biscuits?" He prompted as he took a sniff of the fishy morsels inside.
"Of course," Lashenite said as he made to unclasp the tape that kept the bag shut. Utensils and a set of Styrofoam plates came out, then the containers of fish and lobster, then the biscuits. Gremlin's eyes glittered in delight as the warm scents wafted over to him.
As the paper plate was filled with lobster and shrimp and set on the ground before him, Gremlin took a moment to figure out what the rest of the night would bring. "Who we meeting? Anyone I know?"
"I very much doubt it," Lashenite admitted as he crouched down closer to Gremlin's level, and very wisely opted not to take any of the bed of biscuits for himself. "It's a captain named Rakovanite. Thought I'd give you a bit of time to enjoy your food fresh," the words were accented by a very daring pet of his hand down Gremlin's spine, but the Guardian was much too engrossed in the meal to do anything besides let out a warning growl. "But he'll be here soon. What do you think? Any good?"
"Kinda wish there was more butter," but it was still probably the best actual meal he'd had in- ever, realistically. Wasn't like he had anyone to cook for him or take him out to eat very often. "And what're we doing with this kid?"
Lashenite stood and gave a quiet (nervous?) laugh. "Oh, nothing you'd be opposed to. Promise."
