[Kimblee nods, standing up abruptly; the base works just as well as anywhere else, and at the very least they can have some privacy there.
The routine is familiar, one he generally follows when he wants to talk to Archer alone; the room he's claimed as his is the one he defaults to entering, though in all honesty, they're all pretty much the same. Kimblee hasn't added any personal touches to the room; it doesn't even seem to have occurred to him that he can decorate the damn place, and after seven years of looking at absolutely nothing, he's learned to be content without. Either way, this place really just serves as a place with a door, somewhere that they can talk in relative privacy, with thick enough walls to keep them from being overheard - perhaps it's a good thing that Team Rocket works with so much steel and concrete.
He doesn't sit on the bed, instead choosing to stand by the wall after the door has been closed; he leans back against it, folding his arms across his chest and standing with his one of his legs crossed over the other at the ankle.
His position is casual; the tension flowing through him is not. It's not an obvious difference, but it's there.]
You mentioned dreams...would you like to start, or should I?
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The routine is familiar, one he generally follows when he wants to talk to Archer alone; the room he's claimed as his is the one he defaults to entering, though in all honesty, they're all pretty much the same. Kimblee hasn't added any personal touches to the room; it doesn't even seem to have occurred to him that he can decorate the damn place, and after seven years of looking at absolutely nothing, he's learned to be content without. Either way, this place really just serves as a place with a door, somewhere that they can talk in relative privacy, with thick enough walls to keep them from being overheard - perhaps it's a good thing that Team Rocket works with so much steel and concrete.
He doesn't sit on the bed, instead choosing to stand by the wall after the door has been closed; he leans back against it, folding his arms across his chest and standing with his one of his legs crossed over the other at the ankle.
His position is casual; the tension flowing through him is not. It's not an obvious difference, but it's there.]
You mentioned dreams...would you like to start, or should I?