"Wonder How The Final Round's Gonna Go..."

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

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.

inbox call! ))

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?"

@wingbeatz (Maxie) asked:    ❝ YOU !! ❞ uh oh, Maxie looks mad ( nothing new there ), and he's lunging forward to pointedly jab an extended index finger at the other man. ❝  i've emailed you twice in the last three weeks about a project with no reply. i thought, hm, maybe Archie is finally dead and i'm finally free of him. but here you are after all!! so are you ignoring me ?? ❞ 

"...Since when 're ya in Alola."

He's finally able to go outside for short periods of time again after his injuries. Finally able to use his legs again, and stay in human form for a bit... and then he runs into this guy.

Archie doesn't seem intimidated at all by the finger pointed at him, and instead just stares Maxie down. My guy this is the Malasada shop line.

"Can it wait? I can order in a mo'."

"Where's all the fresh fish in this house..."

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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.

pondering...

surface

surface: how often does my muse visit the surface? do they like to?  for the merfolk… 

"All the time, actually. Sure, I love me some swimmin', but the surface got some neat things too." Also Kyogre is in the ocean. They're not on good terms.