[Three hours can feel like an eternity if you don't got shit to do. If Jill was around, she'd likely get these boys to do something productive. Maybe do an exercise or twenty. But she isn't here, and Archie and Guzma are not the best people to leave alone to entertain themselves.
Maybe Jill should consider getting them a nanny...]
Yo!
[It's a prompt reply back to Archie's initial call. However, the question isn't immediately answered, at least not verbally. There's certainly the sound of a door opening, and footsteps as Guzma gets his lazy ass up to find Archie.]
[he laughs loudly for a moment.] You spoke to Nanu recently?
[archie doesn't hesitate to reach out to offer the good big bugzilla a pat on the head, scritching just under the mandibles. he has no fear. if it murders him, he will die doing what he loves.]
Nope. I'll just have to tell him not to eat you and hope he doesn't think you look too tasty.
Hell yeah, hit that ol' guy up as soon as I arrived. Knew he'd miss me too much otherwise.
[Said with a smirk to imply the exact fucking opposite. Nanu's life would be so much better if Guzma never hit him up again, but Guzma can't allow that, now can he?
Golisopod would never murder Archie, for his love is too strong. And those scritches too good. He lets out a low churring sound to emphasize how he melts at the touch.]
He might get sick if he tries, fair warnin'.
[Guzma knows his diet is far from healthy, so he can only imagine what drinking his blood might be like.]
It went well 'nough. Bout what you expect from that geriatric nag.
[The real horrifying thing is what Archie just said. He was hitting the booze hard last he was here, but honestly it's because he didn't have much else. The confirmation from Archie makes it suck that much more.]
D'ya think it's illegal here? Heard some places don't give a shit 'bout it, not that I care either way.
[Asking the real questions here. Golisopod, however, gives not a single fuck about doing The Drugs™, and has decided to pay Archie in kind. Those scritches were SO good, and so he's going to pet Archie's head with his beefy paw.]
[he laughs a little at golisopod giving him pats, saying a quick thanks and not bothering to pull back from it. is that blood running down the side of his head? it's probably nothing.]
I have no idea. I don't really care. I'd bet there's some emotional fruit or effect you can get that'll blast you off.
[Good thing neither Guzma nor Golisopod seem to notice the blood. Mainly because Golisopod's focus shifts to Guzma, and Guzma isn't even looking at Archie at the moment.]
Yo... that shit would be tight. There's gotta be somethin'. I like booze as much as the next chucklefuck, but it ain't comparable.
[And then he looks at Archie.]
Uh.
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Yo, is that blood?
[Golisopod pulls his paw back in alarm, not realizing that he's the cause. He merely didn't wanna make it worse with his friendly pets! He didn't know Archie was injured, oh no!]
My lore? Archie I think that might be the lamest shit you've ever said to me.
[He does indeed start walking with that shove, shrugging it off well enough. Golisopod is following none too far behind. Looking over his shoulder back at Archie, he grins.]
What? You tryin' to pry into my deepest darkest secrets or something?
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Maybe Jill should consider getting them a nanny...]
Yo!
[It's a prompt reply back to Archie's initial call. However, the question isn't immediately answered, at least not verbally. There's certainly the sound of a door opening, and footsteps as Guzma gets his lazy ass up to find Archie.]
Got anythin' in mind? Or we just gonna wing it?
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Oh, I planned out a strict itinerary. I'll need you to straighten up and brush you hair.
[SAID WITH ENOUGH GENUINE SERIOUSNESS it might be hard to tell if he's joking or not?]
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[Guzma's not taking him serious, even if he is. With a finger, he gestures from left to right across his own jaw before adding his own demands:]
Better shave off that beard if you're tryin' to make us both look presentable by any means.
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[he snorts, reaching out to whap guzma's head lightly.]
Guess we'll just have to scrap that and go to the first shitty dive bar we see. Too bad.
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[Guzma lets him whap him, because right after he's giving him a playful shove.]
Yeah, what a waste! But there ain't no fixin' you, so we gotta work with what we got, huh?
[With that, Guzma will be heading for the door, and if it closes in Archie's face behind him, that likely wasn't an accident.]
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[archie laughs at the shove, brushing his shoulder off lightly like guzma got dust on him.]
Aye! Like true Pokémon trainers, hu-- [SLAM
his sigh is audible from the other side of the door. he opens it. walks through. closes it gently.]
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Oh, did I do that?
[He lets out an unapologetic laugh.]
I forgot you're gettin' on in years. Guess I gotta slow my roll a lil more, huh?
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[he cackles, tossing out mightyena's ball so the hyena pokémon can join them.]
Don't be too nice, now. I think Crobat's got a hankerin' for human blood recently.
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[Likewise, Guzma lets out Golisopod. The big bug looking around for a second, before noticing Mightyena and getting into a battle ready pose—]
We're goin' for drinks Golisopod, chill it.
[Immediately he chills. Looking like the dopey bugbeast that everyone has grown to love. Guzma returns to the conversation at hand:]
Might need to get 'im a muzzle then. Are there muzzles for bats?
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[archie doesn't hesitate to reach out to offer the good big bugzilla a pat on the head, scritching just under the mandibles. he has no fear. if it murders him, he will die doing what he loves.]
Nope. I'll just have to tell him not to eat you and hope he doesn't think you look too tasty.
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[Said with a smirk to imply the exact fucking opposite. Nanu's life would be so much better if Guzma never hit him up again, but Guzma can't allow that, now can he?
Golisopod would never murder Archie, for his love is too strong. And those scritches too good. He lets out a low churring sound to emphasize how he melts at the touch.]
He might get sick if he tries, fair warnin'.
[Guzma knows his diet is far from healthy, so he can only imagine what drinking his blood might be like.]
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[HORRIFING... maybe he'll ask nanu himself. archie ruminates on this as he gives golisopod the good scritches.]
Probably. Tch. Just reminded me I can't find no equivalent of weed in this stupid world.
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[The real horrifying thing is what Archie just said. He was hitting the booze hard last he was here, but honestly it's because he didn't have much else. The confirmation from Archie makes it suck that much more.]
Really? There ain't no way that can be true.
[Mainly because he doesn't want to believe it.]
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[he grumbles.]
Guess we could ask around when we're out, but that's about the stupidest way to do it.
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[Asking the real questions here. Golisopod, however, gives not a single fuck about doing The Drugs™, and has decided to pay Archie in kind. Those scritches were SO good, and so he's going to pet Archie's head with his beefy paw.]
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I have no idea. I don't really care. I'd bet there's some emotional fruit or effect you can get that'll blast you off.
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Yo... that shit would be tight. There's gotta be somethin'. I like booze as much as the next chucklefuck, but it ain't comparable.
[And then he looks at Archie.]
Uh.
[UM...]
Yo, is that blood?
[Golisopod pulls his paw back in alarm, not realizing that he's the cause. He merely didn't wanna make it worse with his friendly pets! He didn't know Archie was injured, oh no!]
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[he pauses, putting a finger on his head. looks at it. shrugs.]
Uh huh. Guess so.
[he lets his sharpedo cuddle with him. this isn't a worry.]
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You went to college?
[Guzma's grinning, as if that's the most ridiculous shit he's heard.]
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[he flicks some the blood off his hand.]
Wanted to study some anthropological shite.
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[He's just having such a hard time imagining Archie going to school. Being some well-dressed school boy. It's pretty hysterical, really.]
Yeah? Don't need to go to school for that. People suck, class dismissed.
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[he makes a face.]
Guess I don't need to tell ya that I decided to pursue that in a different way, huh?
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[But honestly it paints Archie is an even more ridiculous light. But that's fine.
They've been standing here not getting booze for far too long.]
Anyway, we ain't any closer to hittin' the bars standin' here talkin' about your failings.
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[that's all he says there, putting his hand on guzma and shoving him forward to get him walking.]
Don't ask me about shit again. I don't want to talk about it, unless you'll share some of your lore.
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[He does indeed start walking with that shove, shrugging it off well enough. Golisopod is following none too far behind. Looking over his shoulder back at Archie, he grins.]
What? You tryin' to pry into my deepest darkest secrets or something?
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