[The smell of alcohol is strong when the door opens and it’s the first thing Sun notices before even seeing who exactly answered the door. His face scrunches up in distaste at both the smell and when he saw just who it was. Guzma. He knew it was a high possibility though and as such he was at least somewhat prepared. Didn’t mean he had to enjoy it though, after all he did get punched last time they met.]
Where’s Miss Jill?
[Short, sweet, and a tone peppered with distaste for who he’s talking to. Even though he asked, Sun wasn’t sure if Guzma knew the answer. The man reeked of alcohol...]
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Where’s Miss Jill?
[Short, sweet, and a tone peppered with distaste for who he’s talking to. Even though he asked, Sun wasn’t sure if Guzma knew the answer. The man reeked of alcohol...]