SPITS OUT HIS WATER--

"..."

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 have like. Legs too, yanno."

"Naaaahhhh. Bwahaha, doubt it, pshh--"

Very smooth, Archie. Very smooth. Either way, he didn't feel like sharing what the other could know him from right now. No need for that. He was a changed man. Though water is still very cool. "...So ya don't want our Crobat t'meet? I think they could be pals."

"Kinda off" is uh.... an understatement. Cyrus was just standing there, looking relatively uninteresting, but ...

The moment Archie tries to make small talk he's brushing right past it. "Do I know you?"

Whew. That was blunt- but he genuinely wanted to know. Even his massive Crobat at his side was eyeing Archie up.

Maybe in Cyrus' own world he vaguely remembered some stories of two imbecilic scientists from Hoenn... or maybe RSE Archie was just familiar enough to actually surprise Cyrus and prompt his question.

"..." So that's how this was gonna be, hmm? He's in the shittiest position right now too, 'cause if he retaliates he's giving him ammo to throw him out for real.

Cheekfins flared, he just retracts further into the bathtub, praying that at least the sparks don't hit him. This sucks.

"Sure, sure - get your beauty sleep." Jacks waved an hand in dismiss, pretending like he was going to just relax. But in truth he figured, if he was being the worst roommate ever, maybe the guy would just fuck off on his own.

So he released his Toxtricity. "Just ignore me and my buddy just jammin' out a bit." And as if on cue, Riff the Toxtricity began to play some loud music, causing sparks to jump into the air.

"Keep 'em? That's generous of ya. I hope I won't be needin' them soon, though, but it might take a bit."

So they knew who he was. Doesn't surprise him too much, but still. He figured he'd introduce himself anyway. "Yer Ree, righ'? The Champ?"

Could probably kick his ass. Not that he was worried about it too much. He was a changed man, and tried his best to be good... even if it was hard sometimes.

“I know who you are.”

Ree thinks about tossing the bottle, but … they’ve got no depth perception, and they wouldn’t be able to accurately throw it. So they step forward and place it on the bedside— keeping a safe but respectable distance.

“… here. They should help, or somethin. Take two at first if it really hurts.”

A pause. Ree’s chest itches a little bit.

“You can keep it. You pro’lly need it more than me.”

familiar: has my muse met any other aquatic mythological beings? which ones? did they get along with them? why or why not?

also kyogre doesnt count

"Fuck you Kyogre should count." A beat. "Anyway. Yeah. Lots o' 'em. Kraken is my fav. The rest wanted to stab and or kill me." He frowns. "Pretty much nothin' gets along down there bud."

ughhh i need to fix up this guy's blog theme i thought it'd show links -flips table- ))

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

Archie looks up from his position on the bed, the Mightyena next to him immediately taking a defensive stance upon seeing a new face appear in the doorway. "Hey-- 's 'kay." He gently pats the Pokémon on the back, and it hesitates, before slowly lying down next to him again. Eyes never leave Ree for now, though.

"...Are those painkillers?"

"Are ya sure, scamp? Don't ya need those yerself?" They probably needed them if they were carrying them around, right? He keeps petting his Mightyena, not sure what to do next. On the one hand, he'd love to take the risk, but... "'Sides, not sure if my body can take 'em. Got a bunch o' allergies."

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"Ow. It's fine. Ow."

“…”

They could ignore him.

Ree was only passing by Plume’s room when they heard him muttering in there. The blond tenses up at the unfamiliar voice; they know who it is, they know he’s allowed, but they’re still incredibly anxious about all of this.

…

They could ignore him. But Ree bites hard at their bottom lip and moves to open the door. They fish a bottle of painkillers out of their jacket pocket— something they keep on them at all time for their own chronic pain.

“… here. You can take em.”

"I like this Pascal guy. Gives me cool shit." He's still playing Pokémon Crossing on the loaned switch...