[LOOK... he's got a bit to learn still, and self control doesn't come easy, but that's what this is all about, right? Learning some self control and taking responsibility!
Surprising as it might be, Guzma doesn't seem to mind weakness in his grunts so much, otherwise why else would he take in a bunch of failures? They all sucked at Pokèmon, but he brought them in anyways. That doesn't mean they understood his weird double standard than anyone else, but really what mattered in terms of strength and weakness was Guzma's own perception of it. Allies could be weak, but he couldn't be weak to anyone, and if opponents showed any weakness, he struck at their vulnerabilities without mercy. Weak grunts meant no power struggle, no competition, it worked in his favor.
Fortunately Nanu won't need to tell Guzma to apologize, because he'll certainly attempt that on his own after this, with little success. But he's going to try, and that's what matters?
The lack of staring at him while he made his decision was nice, Guzma's not a deep thinker, and if Nanu watched him meanwhile he might have gotten a little agitated, so being able to be left with his thoughts and decide... well, it certainly helped him figure it out. The look of surprise on Nanu is a nice touch, getting reactions from the older man, no matter how small, was always a win.]
Yeah, guess we do.
[It's strange, and it might not stop being strange for a while, but strange isn't always a bad thing. Guzma likewise makes no move to seal this with a hand shake, not really his style. Besides, he's probably touched Nanu enough as it is in this whole ordeal.
Guzma grins at the little joke, a welcomed change of pace considering everything.]
You sure you gonna be able to handle that?
[He has little intention to overrun Nanu's life or anything, but it's as much of a joke as it is a serious question. Guzma may not always be self-aware, but he knows he's a handful. A point of pride in the past, after all.]
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Surprising as it might be, Guzma doesn't seem to mind weakness in his grunts so much, otherwise why else would he take in a bunch of failures? They all sucked at Pokèmon, but he brought them in anyways. That doesn't mean they understood his weird double standard than anyone else, but really what mattered in terms of strength and weakness was Guzma's own perception of it. Allies could be weak, but he couldn't be weak to anyone, and if opponents showed any weakness, he struck at their vulnerabilities without mercy. Weak grunts meant no power struggle, no competition, it worked in his favor.
Fortunately Nanu won't need to tell Guzma to apologize, because he'll certainly attempt that on his own after this, with little success. But he's going to try, and that's what matters?
The lack of staring at him while he made his decision was nice, Guzma's not a deep thinker, and if Nanu watched him meanwhile he might have gotten a little agitated, so being able to be left with his thoughts and decide... well, it certainly helped him figure it out. The look of surprise on Nanu is a nice touch, getting reactions from the older man, no matter how small, was always a win.]
Yeah, guess we do.
[It's strange, and it might not stop being strange for a while, but strange isn't always a bad thing. Guzma likewise makes no move to seal this with a hand shake, not really his style. Besides, he's probably touched Nanu enough as it is in this whole ordeal.
Guzma grins at the little joke, a welcomed change of pace considering everything.]
You sure you gonna be able to handle that?
[He has little intention to overrun Nanu's life or anything, but it's as much of a joke as it is a serious question. Guzma may not always be self-aware, but he knows he's a handful. A point of pride in the past, after all.]