[It's not Guzma who opens the door, or even responds (well he does, but an angry grunt is barely worthy of being called that), but rather Scizor opens the door a crack. He peers at Archie for a moment before he opens the door more fully, as if he had to decide whether or not to let Archie have access to Guzma.
Clearly he's decided on yes, particularly when he moves out of the way so Archie can come in, closing the door behind him once he has entered. Golisopod on the other hand, has all of his busy with holding Guzma who looks more like an angry, distraught child, than a grown man. His face is red with frustration and anger, and he shoots a glare at Archie that has less of an edge to it then he'd like.]
Y'coming to yell at me over that li'l punk, huh?
[There he goes, that's a proper response. His voice is low and gravely, but there's a fragility to it that bespeaks how messed up he is over this whole Jill thing. The tenseness of his body--which affects the entire room, certainly plays testament to the fact that if not for Golisopod's caring and restraining hold, Guzma might very well have launched himself at Archie.
He might still, if given the chance. There's so much aimless anger in him right now, it's a wonder the room isn't boiling. It is, however, uncomfortably warm, and it doesn't seem to be getting nay colder. Scizor looks notably uncomfortable, his wings working overtime to keep himself cool.
It doesn't go unnoticed by Guzma, even in his current state. So, quickly, with a glance to Scizor and then the ball on the floor, he adds:]
...Put Scizor in his ball.
[He might be mad and drunk, but those things will never overwrite the needs of his Pokémon.]
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Clearly he's decided on yes, particularly when he moves out of the way so Archie can come in, closing the door behind him once he has entered. Golisopod on the other hand, has all of his busy with holding Guzma who looks more like an angry, distraught child, than a grown man. His face is red with frustration and anger, and he shoots a glare at Archie that has less of an edge to it then he'd like.]
Y'coming to yell at me over that li'l punk, huh?
[There he goes, that's a proper response. His voice is low and gravely, but there's a fragility to it that bespeaks how messed up he is over this whole Jill thing. The tenseness of his body--which affects the entire room, certainly plays testament to the fact that if not for Golisopod's caring and restraining hold, Guzma might very well have launched himself at Archie.
He might still, if given the chance. There's so much aimless anger in him right now, it's a wonder the room isn't boiling. It is, however, uncomfortably warm, and it doesn't seem to be getting nay colder. Scizor looks notably uncomfortable, his wings working overtime to keep himself cool.
It doesn't go unnoticed by Guzma, even in his current state. So, quickly, with a glance to Scizor and then the ball on the floor, he adds:]
...Put Scizor in his ball.
[He might be mad and drunk, but those things will never overwrite the needs of his Pokémon.]