@gnzma Replied: Throwing A Ball Of The Ballpit In. Spoiler We're Not Fixing It

Idly moving about a rubber Ducklett in the tub with his hand.

@gnzma

Fuck it all fuck it all fuck it all FUCK EVERYTHING!

Guzma barely reaches the first floor before he can't take it anymore. With a frustrated scream - something way closer to a roar -, the Skull leader reels back a fist and punches the first wall he finds.

" FUCK! "

... through the wall.

Oh that's a big ass hole.

"Goddamn- " he snarls, holding on the now wounded hand "Fucking! God fucking damn walls shitty ASS FUCKING HOUSE FU- "

... Aaaaand then blinks. Looks up, inside the hole.

He forgot Archie was inside.

" . . . the fuck ya lookin' at?!"

Oh don't get him wrong, he's still pissed. Just a bit embarrassed too, now.

"...Nothin'."

He can read the room. Even with a hole in it.

"The stripes were pretty nice, yeah!"

A grin. He's still proud of that design choice of his. Or maybe he just liked stripes? Who knew.

"BWAHAHA!! Ya know it!!" He slaps a hand against his scarred chest for emphasis, grinning an even toothier grin at the other.

"Nah, really, I jus' get hot easily. Ya want me t' close m'shirt?" Because he'll do it if asked. He's not that unreasonable (most of the time, anyway.)

"An' yer still rockin' the 'dana, huh? Gotta love the dedication."

His old boss really was the last fucking person on the planet he thought he'd be having a casual conversation with, but, life's full of surprise now, isn't it? Guess it also helped the guy probably had no clue about his stunt to steal Kyogre way back in the days.

Eh, even if he did know, who cared at this point? That was all so long ago...

That said, being complimented on his outfit of all things was a turn Lorenz didn't expect the conversation to take, given he literally dressed himself in the dark. But then again, with all the leather and shades of purple in his closet, his personal style had been nothing but consistent over the years.

"It's definitely not the same as when I worked for you, yeah." A brief chuckle. "But, y'know, I didn't hate the stripes. Kinda felt nice feeling like part of a club for a bit. At least I'm still carrying a lil' bit of us with me."

He pulled on his bandana, it was slightly faded but it still sported the emblem of the long gone organization. Really, it was a mark of some sick attachment to the bridges he burned and the friends he betrayed, but also a reminder that not everything in his years in Aqua was terrible. Not that Archie needed to know the specifics.

"Wish I could compliment your fit as well, but. Well." Jazz hands at his unfocused gaze. "Y'still making sure the world can ogle at your pecs at all times?"

He looks down at the ring. Huh. Neat.

When she returns with the sashimi he can't help bit smile a little.

"Ya rearranged them f'r lil' ol' me?"

Man, he wished his stomach wasn't so sensitive, though. Not that he dislikes the food he can eat, it's just... a little limiting sometimes compared to a human.

"Thank you. --Wait did ya jus' have the sashimi on hand somewhere?"

Bee looked down at the cupcake, well for one she took the plastic water stone ring off, washed it off, and put it on his hand. "Here you can have this! One moment!"

She hurried off for a moment. She came back with another little container. This container just had some Sashimi on it, not the most expensive fish possible, but she kind of moved them in the package so they are kind shaped like a cupcake.

"Hows that?"

@gnzma i think i deserve a little respect. [ bc i had to hold him back from sending the ass one ]

"...I ne'er said I didn't respect ya?" Huh. Confusing. He did actually have some respect for the other at least. "But fine. What do ya want me t'do t'prove it?"

"..."

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.

"I can prove it."

But will he get kicked out...

"Nah, not really."

swinging the bat at the beedrill's nest.

"Thank ya."

He might sound sarcastic here, and maybe he is a tiny bit (he hasn't forgotten their first interaction), but he's also kinda grateful for a distraction right now. Archie sits up a little, blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

"So... I've gotta say, you've got a nice team goin' here. Real good people. Feels like a family." He misses that. A lot.

Oh this COCK.

"...fine."

He's sitting down. Arms crossed, practically slouched on the nearest chair, giving him a sign as to say 'let's get this shit going'.

I dare you to do a backflip

"I'd say so, yeah."

Hmm. Maybe this Crobat was also weird. Still. It hadn't attacked him just yet.

"What 'bout yerself? You seem strong, too."

Archie's crobat rests on his shoulder for a bit. Not getting on the ground with that other one right now, thank you. Didn't pass the vibe check.

Cyrus' Crobat was as curious about Archie as its companion had been. It sniffs him all over, taking particular interest in his legs. When it got as much information as it'd get smelling the 'human', it rest its heavy body on the ground to keep an eye on Archie and the fellow bat. Wings kept the front half of its body up.

It's energy wasn't... friendly. Similar to Cyrus, it was way too intense, in fact. Like it could launch up and attack at any moment.

Cyrus was unperturbed by this obvious tension.

"That looks to be a powerful Crobat. Are you a skilled trainer?"