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Again, James was about to spit out an excuse for him to leave, but it was then that the Rocket heard his belly rummble. Embarressed, James looked down at his stomach and smiled sheepishly, his hand falling upon its surface. "Heh... well, it has been awhile since I last ate. And I guess it wouldn't be that bad..." The rocket then paused, his eyes shooting back and forth again before continuing. "Just make sure that none of those mankeys attack us... I just have really bad luck with them, that is all... nothing else." And with his stomach still rummbling, the Rocket slowly (still looking over his shoulder) followed Anima and Ichi to her place.

James looked up awkwardly at the magnificent creature before him, eyeing the mane and tail made completely of fire with a look of doubt. "Umm, are you sure riding this thing is safe? I am quite flammable..." But as he continued to stare, the Rocket took Anima's hand nonetheless and quickly saddled himself onto the creature, his eyes falling upon the tail behind him which swished back and forth dangerously close to his shirt. Gulping, James waited for the creature to gallop away; the further away from the mankeys the better and the faster he could get off this creature, the better....

James cocked his head to the side, his eyes widening. "Wait, how can I not worry about the tail!? It is made of fire!!" But before he could get an answer, the horse had begun to move, causing the Rocket to grab onto the rider. "Crap!" Cried James as the Rapidash began to reach its full speed, his eyes suddenly spotting the reign of fire (haha, pun intended) in her hands. "How can you be holding that!?" Yelled out James in amazement, trying to beat the loud beating of the wind as he quickly lowered his head away from her hair which had suddenly flown in his face.

James watched her go for a moment, wondering why she had added that last statement before she had left. Did she suspect him? Did she actually think that he was a Rocket? No, it was impossible. He was just being paranoid. "Yah, that's it. You're just paranoid," said James outloud as he stummbled off the horse, just to fall on his hands and knees. Cursing, the Rocket stood back to his feet, his eyes slowly turning to the Rapidash. So, I am going to have to deal with him if I try anything... that might be difficult... Shrugging, James turned and entered the house.

James immediately smelled the aroma and smiled; it had been in fact a long time since he had last eaten a descent meal. That was one of the downfalls of being a Rocket. Even though he loved working for Team Rocket, there was no food plan and one was only paid if they successfully completed a mission... and he had not done so in a while, meaning he had not been paid, which meant no food. Grimacing at his grumbling stomach, James soon sat himself down at the opposite end of the table as soon as Anima had.

When she had finished speaking, James shook his head, his mouth beginning to salivate. "Naw, I am sure it will be fine. It has actually been quite sometime since I last ate a descent meal. It smells great, anyway."

James grinned sheepishly. He had stolen many pokemon for Team Rocket, but as for catching for himself, he had never done so. Even though he needed pokemon, he wanted money and stealing pokemon meant money. Feeling it best not to mention the pokemon he had stolen, James slowly took out his pokeball which held his Meowth. "This is the only pokemon I have and probably will ever have. Meowth and I are a team. We don't need anyone else..." Realizing that trainers collected pokemon, James quickly corrected himself, thinking of something quick before it became obvious. "Well, I mean, I have caught others, but I keep them in the PC... I just want to work on my Meowth..."

James watched her as she stood up to stir the stew that she was making. He knew what had happened; even though she had not told him yet, he was almost positive that her squirtle had been stolen by Team Rocket. It was the only organization that would do such a thing. Of course, it was because it was the only way in which a Grunt would be paid. For every pokemon that he or she stole, the more money they recieved. Rockets were usually those that were too poor to live on their own; Team Rocket reached out to these people and gave them lives. Even though it was at the expense of the happiness of others, it still was a life.

James sighed, looking at his pokeball which held his Meowth. "I am guessing that your squirtle had been stolen by Team Rocket? They usually do such things..."