[Hey, if things get testy again, Golisopod can still be called upon! He's just giving the two a little privacy. Thoughtful bug.
When Archie's hand goes over Guzma's that snaps him back, but so too do the words, and his grip lessens a bit. His gaze is on Archie, but then he looks off to the side. However, Archie's words don't seem to help too much, and Guzma's face twists into a scowl. His mind latching onto what happened just mere minutes ago, and how angry Sun makes him. All of that mess, mixed with this was like pouring salt into the wound.]
How can I not, yo! I don't care if he didn't know, he shoulda gotten a fuckin' clue when he couldn't contact her!
[It's then that Guzma releases Archie's wrist, and pulls back. His hands gripping his own knees as he closes his eyes with drunken focus and anger, his brow creasing with his anger. The heat of the room persisting, despite Archie's urging.]
He's a fuckin' punk—useless little shit who ain't even who he's s'pposed to be!
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When Archie's hand goes over Guzma's that snaps him back, but so too do the words, and his grip lessens a bit. His gaze is on Archie, but then he looks off to the side. However, Archie's words don't seem to help too much, and Guzma's face twists into a scowl. His mind latching onto what happened just mere minutes ago, and how angry Sun makes him. All of that mess, mixed with this was like pouring salt into the wound.]
How can I not, yo! I don't care if he didn't know, he shoulda gotten a fuckin' clue when he couldn't contact her!
[It's then that Guzma releases Archie's wrist, and pulls back. His hands gripping his own knees as he closes his eyes with drunken focus and anger, his brow creasing with his anger. The heat of the room persisting, despite Archie's urging.]
He's a fuckin' punk—useless little shit who ain't even who he's s'pposed to be!