"Ehh, Not Questioned Tha' Much."

^ Literally born in Alola.

gonna try to do some drafts here soon! <3 ))

"..."

This ain't getting anywhere. Now he just feels even shittier and he's getting riled up. "...Well. What do you know, anyway?"

Guess he was wrong when he thought Guzma would understand. He huffs, cheekfins flared out and wiggling in annoyance. This fucking guy.

He's not liking this discussion. Like. Not one bit. Finally stopping his constant dangling, Guzma now puts his head on his open palm, resting his elbow on a leg as he avoids eye contact. If you're not talkin' to 'em, how the fuck d'ya know they're doin' fine?, he thought -- the same words he mentally yelled at himself during his own three months hiatus from the whole team leading thing.

…nah, this is different. With Skulls, he was the problem. Guzma doesn't think it out of self-deprecation, he was the only one on board with Lusamine's stuff. This was a group of lunatics who wanted to flood the world from day 1! It's different. There's no parallels here.

"Yeah well.

Ya never know."

Stay vague Guzma, stay annoyed.

"...Does tha' mean I'm eatin' yer dinner?"

Now he feels bad. He was already shoveling the sashimi into his mouth and everything.

"I can save ya some."

She stuffed the cupcake partway in her mouth, making frosting get on her face.

"Oh!" She swallowed the bit she took " Kinda!I got it for later!"

She didn't even think twice about giving the food she bought to the other.

drops plotting call on the dash while I probably go make dinner (please like and i'll dive into ur dms for plotting) ))

He's just sleeping peacefully, despite being a little cramped in this bathtub, when suddenly-- Thonk!

"..." He slowly opens his eyes, squinting at the figure in the doorway. This was not the nice(?) lady who helped him out, but instead... some dude, staring down at him.

The piece of paper is floating in the water, getting soggy... He grabs it, and without a word throws it, aiming at Guzma's face.

@nolongeraqualeader

Plumeria has told you there is a fish guy in her private bathtub. When you go look, there IS actually a fish guy in there. He's currently asleep, snoozing half submerged in water with a pained expression on his face. Plumes had attempted to patch him up with bandages, her knowledge of medicine coming in handy, but was it enough? He briefly stirs, shark-like tail twitching slightly and splashing some water out of the tub. Seems like he's out for a bit more, unless someone wakes him up?

Well fuck me running there sure is a fish guy in the bathtub. At this point, would anything surprise him? Anything at all? He saw enough whacky shit in his life-- nah, fuck it, in the past decade alone, to not even make him particularly surprised.

He's kind of. Just staring at this point. An eyebrow up, a rolled piece of paper thrown up and down, his head tilted slightly on the side as he leans on the side of the door.

...and then throws it at his head.

"Wakey wakey."

Whatever. Let's deal with the umpteenth bullshit, too.

"Why's everyone pickin' fights with me today."

"Like a seashell..." He's imagining it now. That must be super awkward indeed. "So Jacks... Tha's the angry guy, ri'?"

"I....dont know. Never learned...Big bro Jacks has been trying to teach me though. But when I tried on my own i3 just kind of flopped and washed up on shore like a seashell

A very awkward seashell "

He's just tossing a Pokétoy through the hole in the wall of his guest room. His Mightyena is fetching it each time, happily wagging his tail.