Giovanni’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day ii
Oh FUCK. THIS. Giovanni thought as he dodged the flailing of hands coming from Ghetsis.
Giovanni ducked once again and scrambled away from the commotion. As he looked back, he could see Colress trying his best to calm Ghetsis down from his tantrum. His gloved hands grabbed onto Ghetsis’s still flailing ones and he whispered something unintelligible under his breath.
Disgustoso. I’ve seen enough of this.
Giovanni fled the scene and was heading towards his room until he crashed head first into the last person he wanted to see right now.
Lysandre.
And what luck! Cyrus was standing right next to him.
Giovanni’s face looked as if Lysandre’s own Pyroar had used overheat on it.
This was the most embarrassing, most romcom thing that could’ve happen today.
“You know, a simple “excuse moi” could do,” Lysandre stated, clearly offended by Giovanni’s lack of manners. “Not in your vocabulary though, is it?”
Giovanni grinded his teeth and hissed. “Now you listen here you overgrown Pyroar-“ Giovanni started.
“I’m so hurt. I’ve never heard of that comparison before,” Lysandre dramatically responded. “I just wanted you to apologize to moi,”
“Ok, ok. I apologize for colliding into you Lysandre,” Giovanni said. “I just needed to GET OUT of that room before I became a casualty of Ghetsis’s fists. There. Is that good enough for you?” He put his hands on his hips and huffed.
“Satisfactory,” Lysandre replied, checking his nails. “Here. Since I don’t want this situation to happen again, you’re welcome to walk with moi and petit Cyrus if Ghetsis starts another one of his tantrums again. We have a secret route we use.” Lysandre offered.
Giovanni just stared at the excessively tall man.
“This place isn’t some high school clique, Lysandre.” Giovanni replied back, “I’m still taking your offer, but don’t you forget, this is just some over-gloried prison.”
“Noted. Just thought you would want some help,” Lysandre huffed. “I’m going to my room, see you next time Cyrus,” He waved at Cyrus and went his merry way.
Giovanni could feel the wave of jealousy rising again when he saw Cyrus wave back.
Giovanni was snapped back into real life once he heard Cyrus finally speak.
“I would like to apologize on behalf of Lysandre for his behavior,” Cyrus said, looking up at Giovanni.
“Huh?”
“Lysandre did not mean to snap at you like that. He does not usually react like that when we are alone together. I believe he is still upset over Augustine and what Colress said to him earlier. He is just stressed with this new situation. I am sure we all are.” Cyrus said, still looking up at Giovanni.
“Alone together?!” Giovanni couldn’t help but dwell on that part, his eyes bugged out like an Espurr. He cleared his throat as he contained himself.
“Ah, I see. Well, tell him not to worry about it next time you see him,” Giovanni responded back.
“Affirmative,” Cyrus replied, now looking down the hallway towards his room.
Giovanni felt a lightbulb as bright as a Lanturn go over his head.
“How about I walk you back towards your room,” Giovanni offered. “I know that you and Lysandre usually do that, but he’s uh, busy right at the moment,” Arceus, he sounded like a stupid jock talking to a cheerleader back in high school right now.
“I would appreciate that,”
Maybe not as stupid of a jock as he thought.
Giovanni held his giddiness in as he and Cyrus walked down to his room. He kept sneaking glances towards Cyrus, hoping to see any sort of expression on the shorter man’s face, but could not help but feel slightly disappointed when he did not see anything.
As they approached the door, Cyrus broke away from their synchronized walking and went to open it. “Thank you for walking me to my room,” He stated. “I will see you again tomorrow.”
Giovanni didn’t want the man to leave, and quickly blurted out, “It-it doesn’t have to be tomorrow!”
You are SO stupid Giovanni.
“Oh? You want to talk more?” Cyrus asked. His tone of voice shifted. “I did not think that you wanted to talk to me, as I did not figure that there is anything that we have to talk about.”
“Well, we can talk about whatever you really want,” Giovanni said awkwardly. “I just didn’t want to, uh, leave so suddenly.”
Cyrus just looked at the slightly taller man and started to turn the knob on his door. “What would you like to talk about?”
Oh fuck. I didn’t think I’d get this far.
“Well, what did you think of Guzma’s speech today?” Giovanni asked, starting to slightly sweat.
“Oh, it was nothing special. I did not care for it much anyway.” Cyrus replied, already looking bored with the conversation.
“Haha… me too,” Giovanni replied.
Arceus this conversation is already getting stale… I have to think of something new before-
“So… what do you have to do tomorrow? According to your schedule, I mean,”
I shouldn’t have said that fuckfuckfuck- Giovanni worried to himself.
Cyrus paused for a second before he answered. “Why do you want to know?”
This conversation was going south fast, and he needed something to save it.
“I-I just wanted to know if we had anything similar, you know, if you wanted to talk about anything that happened,” Giovanni replied, quickly trying to cover his ass.
“I will be fine thank you. If something comes up I will discuss it with either you or Lysandre. Goodbye.” Cyrus then opened his door and closed it behind him.
Giovanni let out the longest sigh he had ever sighed. The last time he let out a sign like that was when he threw his back out while trying to pry his Persian off of his expensive leather chair that was made from Tauros hide all the way back in Kanto.
Giovanni cursed himself for making the first conversation he had with Cyrus since the disbandment of Team Rainbow Rocket be so awkward. As Giovanni turned around and walked down the lonely road that led to his bedroom quarters, he couldn’t help but dwell on what Cyrus had last said to him before he had shut the door in his face.
Him AND Lysandre? Just WHAT does Lysandre have that I don’t? How close were they really? Giovanni thought some more. He knew that they were friends because of their ideals, but he didn’t think that they talked about things such as… therapy… with each other. Maybe Lysandre was a good listener? Perhaps Cyrus gave Lysandre good advice? What ever it was, Giovanni turned green with envy.
As Giovanni stepped into his bedroom he felt his trusty Persian rub against his leg.
“Ehi Persian,” Giovanni replied to the feline.
Persian decided that the perfect response to Giovanni’s greeting was to shred up the scarlet curtains imported all the way from Olivine City.
Giovanni decided to just not to give a shit and face planted right onto his bed. He grudgingly lifted his head and looked over at the alarm clock beside his bed.
Only 8:30 p.m.
Giovanni decided to take it easy for the rest of the day, considering tomorrow was to surely be worse.
Giovanni tried to get comfortable in is silk sheets, but alas, they did nothing for his mood like they usually did. (If you knew what he meant.)
He decided that maybe he just needed a cigar.
Although I should really quit…
While in the midst of lighting his cigar, Giovanni could hear what could only be described as Archie and Maxie slamming each other into the walls of their room that just so happened to be right next to his. Profanities were being thrown back and forth to each other between every scream.
Why did Arceus have to punish him like this?
Fuck this. Giovanni thought, and just laid there. Can’t wait for the next few months of absolute hell.
He slowly started to drift off, dreaming of escaping this horrid place with Cyrus in his arms.