"Keep 'em? That's Generous Of Ya. I Hope I Won't Be Needin' Them Soon, Though, But It Might Take A Bit."

real reason maxie doesn't wear the hood of his hoodie up much

(ft. @wingbeatz )

Aaaand they're rolling back. He might've underestimated the pain that still lingered in his body. Archie winces briefly, but he's not gonna let it stop their fun.

Normally he'd continue fighting, but his side is screaming at him to Not Do That right now... So naturally, he attempts it again-- --Yep, Guzma's still on top after a failed attempt. Okay, let's try something else, then. A hand reaches for Guzma's back, and he digs in his nails, returning the favour.

Oh this is happening alright, in his own goddamn terms--

"-fuck!"

…nevermind I fucking guess. Guzma remained stunned for half a second before letting out yet another sgrunt, the hand on Archie's jaw tightening as he--

…yeah, he's trying to roll then over again - one hand on the former Aqua's face, another sliding under his shirt, nails dragged on his back, mouth a little too occupied on the other's to saw anything sarcastic.

Alola's weirdest wrestling match.

Archie lets out a soft gasp at the push, staring in bewilderment for a split second, before his grin reappears.

So they were doing this.

Thankfully he's healing up just fine, so he has less of an issue shifting his tail into legs. Still, the cheekfins and sharp teeth remain. Was it because he thought it looked cool? Or was it because it was still a bit of an effort to shift back to a human form fully? Doesn't matter much.

Still... He's not gonna be forced down so easily. He refuses to give up without a fight.

So he gently reaches for Guzma's sides, before suddenly and roughly trying to roll over on the bed so he comes out on top.

Well fuck. He got you there bug boy.

"Shut the fuck--!", he starts, any complaints muffled in the umpteenth kiss. And hairpull.

…okay. We're gonna sit here and let the fish manhandle us for much longer, Guzma? Absolutely fucking not. Still keeping contact and not really caring if that would lead to a much harsher grip on either his throat or hair ( whatever, man, it's not like he doesn't like it! ), obe of Guzma's hands pressed harshly on the other's chest, pushing him down - taking control of the situation.

"Guess he jus' don' like me, then." Wouldn't be the first person who didn't like him in this house.

"But yer learnin' t'swim then? That's good. The ocean's nice f'r the most part."

"Yeah! That's him" she had a big smile on her face. "Though he diesnt seem to ba angry around me"

There's a thud on the other side of the door. Archie raises an eyebrow, but decides not to inquire.

Crisis somewhat averted, though? Not that he lied about anything, just-- He always feels so guilty whenever people recognize him. Fair enough, though. He did some awful things. "That's jus' how I was born. I'm a merfolk. An' I'm no' the only one either, not from the merfolk nor from whatcha call supernatural people."

"…I know, I--"

A groan, and he let himself fall down, his back pressed on the door. Being worried about a guy who almost ended the world and regretted his action was quite hypocritical for someone working for Guzma, huh…? Especially if he was dragged in there like most of the Skulls.

"…and, uhm.

The… tail, then?"

What were they doing exactly? Archie returns the kiss either way, grip on the other's throat growing a tiny bit looser as he gets briefly lost in the moment.

"And yet yer enjoyin' this."

He knows that groan. He's had it happen before too, but he's not gonna admit that to his face.

A hum, pulling Guzma's face back in for another rough smooch, a smirk on his features.

He's also gonna be a tad cheeky and move his free hand to Guzma's hair, tugging at it.

Oh he cannot fucking stand his cunt. Hoping that the groan he couldn't keep in was caused by the hand holding on his throat rather than actual goddamn pleasure from the bite, Guzma squinted before rolling his eyes.

Looking for insults to throw, mostly, as his own hand moved away from Archie's to find his jaw, grasping at it-- maybe a little too forcefully.

"Ya kiss like a virgin."

And yet he goes in for a third one, teeth preceeding lips. And tongue.

He could always blame it on the stress of the past few days, who the fuck cares.

@livingshinycharm asked: " HEY YOU!" She is there, but no fight, she brought him a cupcake.

"Finally someone who doesn't wanna fight!"

He's eyeing the cupcake, but...

"...What's the ingredient list?"

"...Are ya sure ya don't need me t'give ya some moolah?"

He's already reaching for the little bag he was carrying when he was found.

"I prefer nothin' fried. Allergies."

" Oh don't worry about that ! I can go get it. Whats your favorite kind?"

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ask my muse about gossips, their relationships with other famous muses, bad rumors about them… go wild!

"An hour or two? Think ya can manage that?"

Man, this is the most fun he's had the past few days (being stuck in a room was so fucking boring).

"Reasonable, yeah? An' don't go runnin' from me. That's no' fair." He grins wide, razor sharp teeth clearly visible.

"How 'bout we get to know each other a li'l bit? I feel like chattin'. Maybe I'll answer yer questions if yer extra nice."

@nolongeraqualeader

"Double dog dare ya t'be nice t'me." He's smirking like a lil jerk right now. [ funny dares ; ACCEPTING ]

OH THIS MOTHERFUCKER.

"How long."

He's grumbling-- nah, that was straight up a growl.

"Give me a time limit. And if ya try to go for double digits hours I'm throwin' ya to the Muk pool."

hey, he didn't say he'd throw him out forever! that's being nice!