[Sun had expected if he had the misfortune of running into Guzma he’d be the same old jerk he always was. He expected stubborn anger when there was no need for any and at first he thought that was all he was going to encounter today. With how Guzma answered the question he figured that would be all there was to it, but before he could even retort he was being lifted into the air by the gang leader. Sun’s eyes widened in surprise as his body tensed up as well. He half expected another punch honestly, though what for he couldn’t guess. Fuck why didn’t he think to have some of his Pokemon out with him?!
Instead Guzma goes on, his sour breath making the boy’s nose wrinkle even more in distaste. He never thought about Guzma drinking before, but it made a lot of sense with how the older man acted.]
Ugh, you stink— Of course I tried to contact her! Why else do ya think I’m here?!
[Sun had been squirming in Guzma’s grip, one of his hands on Guzma’s arm to try to steady himself and the other reaching down to his belt for his Pokeballs. The last bit that Guzma said though has him pausing, like a deerling in headlights.]
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Instead Guzma goes on, his sour breath making the boy’s nose wrinkle even more in distaste. He never thought about Guzma drinking before, but it made a lot of sense with how the older man acted.]
Ugh, you stink— Of course I tried to contact her! Why else do ya think I’m here?!
[Sun had been squirming in Guzma’s grip, one of his hands on Guzma’s arm to try to steady himself and the other reaching down to his belt for his Pokeballs. The last bit that Guzma said though has him pausing, like a deerling in headlights.]
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