[Guzma rolls his eyes, pausing from his rude eating while talking. Letting himself swallow down his last bite.]
What part of any of that implies I can't take care of myself, yo? I was a fuckin' leader of a gang!
[He might be taking a little bit of credit for Plumeria's hard work of keeping him and the grunts fucking alive. But, whatever! Before he met her, he was pretty much alone and was able to handle himself well enough!]
Yeah? That's where I plan to get our seeds. If you ain't wantin' to deal with Steven, if you help out around here, I guess I wouldn't be too bothered parting with some berries for your work.
[He just leaves out that Steven's not quite aware of his intentions to take from his patch, but it's fine. Fuck Steven.]
Archie, Jill... both of them have been helpin' out. Golisopod's been especially stubborn, though. I was only just now able to return him to his ball, otherwise he refused. I think he feels a little guilty.
[He shrugs.]
Stupid bug, what happened's got nothin' to do with him.
Grown ups know how to cook food. [How is this even an argument! Blue scoffs with disgust- but not at the gang part because whatever, Guzma is no Giovanni.] Do you just eat fast food all the time? Nasty...
[Sticking his nose up, Blue waves a dismissive hand.] I'm not afraid of that know-it-all. But I don't like the idea of being dependent on his patch, either.... I just gotta find a good spot for Exegg to grow his own. Since I'm the only one with a Grass type, right?
[--Well, other than Red. But he sure as Shuckle wasn't letting that loser near his berries!]
[...But speaking of, Exeggutor had seemed really worried about Golisopod before... Blue frowns, finally some real emotion. Poor Gpod...] ...Is he okay? Is he eating okay, too? [Blue thinks about how Arcanine had refused to return to his ball until he could barely stand the rain anymore, by the end of that week...]
[He says, as if they weren't fucking poorer than shit. He had enough money to handle things well enough, he supposes. They kept the power on, they... had food. It worked.] Not always junk food, no.
[Just mainly.
He chuckles at Blue's response, breaking that scowling he's seemed so intent on having during this whole exchange. Anyone who talks shit on Steven earns automatic favor from Guzma.]
Never said you were afraid, I just know how that pompous ass can be. Best in the smallest doses imaginable, huh? But that's a good point, I'm sure Jill wouldn't mind his help if you were wantin' to make a deal with her to use the garden.
[The shift in Blue catches Guzma, and he finds himself looking down at his nearly empty bowl. His own expression getting a little more serious, a little bit of worry on it.]
He's fine. He's been eating. Didn't for a while, Jill had to hassle him good.
[He sighs, bringing his arm up to rub at his forehead with his hand, eyes closed as his face twists into something a bit more conflicted; before he runs it back through his messy white hair, lowering his head with an aggravated sigh.
It's his left arm he's using, the one that was stabbed through. There's no dressings on it, since it's been healed, but there's the telling scar of the deed, fresh and pink. It's hardly a clean looking pair of marks. It could have been, but in that moment of panic, Guzma had ripped his arm away from the blade, making for an ugly reminder of that night.]
[Blue remains unconvinced, but he’s now sufficiently enough distracted by the news of Golisopod that he’s stuck in his worry. No wonder Exegg had come back looking so upset...]
[As he mulls over the problem, it’s then that Guzma raises his hand, the flash of the mark catching Blue’s eye. His head lifts, not knowing what he expected to see, but the starkness of the wound- scarring or not- jolts him with a sudden shock that makes his stomach turn.]
[He didn’t know.... what he thought had really happened, that’s ended up with Guzma bedridden, Golisopod inconsolable and none of the adults quite letting on. He didn’t know...]
[For a moment he can’t do anything else but stare in horror before he jumps off his chair and goes scurrying out of the room.]
[The distinct lack of noise from Blue in any capacity strikes him more than anything. Blue always has something to say, and he says... nothing? Fortunately Guzma looks at him in time to see him jump out of his chair. He knows the look of a coward when he sees one, and before Blue can wimp out, Guzma's going to reach over and grab Blue's wrist, a stern look on his face.]
Yo, where the fuck do you think you're going?
[Of course he's not fully realizing what Blue's deal is, until he looks down at the arm that's currently being used to keep Blue from leaving—seeing the scar himself. That's... what he was staring at, huh?
His eyes go from it, to Blue's horrified features, becoming more sullen and annoyed.]
Did no one tell you? What's the matter, scars scare you? Thought you were tougher than that.
[He's still not letting Blue go, but he seems almost genuinely surprised that no one ratted him out on what happened. Blue came in talking all that mad shit, and he didn't even have a clue about what went down. Typical.]
[Fear seizes Blue cold as he’s grabbed, tugging, then tugging again, desperation setting in with each moment. He’s trying not to look back at it but it’s hard not to, not with the knowledge of it.]
Lemme go...! [He shouts, then panickedly tugs and pulls again, his fright starting a slow, veining creep of ice that begins to form around Guzma’s hand on him and up both their arms.] Let go!!
[He notices the ice, and maybe a normal person would let go. Guzma's far from normal, and doesn't. His grip is weaker than it'd normally be, but that hardly matters when Blue's a kid, and not a particularly physically strong one.]
What's the matter with you, kid? Fuckin' breathe for a second!
[You don't get to endear yourself to him, and then run away! Or, at least that's Guzma's mind right now. This shit was gonna come to head eventually, may as well tackle it now. But that ice is getting increasingly harder to ignore. He hates cold shit.]
Let me go! [Blue yells again, angrier this time, his eyes quickly reddening as tears well. The way he’s cringing, pulling to be away from the wound and trying not to look, it’s obviously the issue, although it’s maybe a little hard to tell what his objection is, exactly-]
[Just looking at it made him sick with the thought of what- or who- could have caused it. Why were people so violent around here!? A world where people hurt each other... He’d thought with Pokémon, that wasn’t a threat that extended to them, but—]
[His free hand flies to the back of his belt in their world’s universal warning. Helpless as he was, he had only one form of protection anyway.] I’m telling you, or Arcanine will....!
[This is insanely frustrating, and Guzma's a little besides himself with how sudden this all is. Stubbornly he doesn't, but then Blue threatens him, first with the gesture, and then with what he says. Wordlessly he lets him go, staring at him with an expression that's both tinged with irritation, and confusion.
Maybe a little hurt, but that's probably just his weariness seeping through. This whole thing had went from being exhausting, to somewhat enjoyable, to... this. Whatever this is.]
[The moment his grip releases, Blue goes stumbling backwards across the room, putting as much distance between himself and Guzma as he can. There’s only another moment of wide-eyes staring- hurt, fear still permeating his expression- before he darts out the door. Watery footsteps of ice trail out on the floor.]
[And then the front door to the cabin slams. Given his past behavior, it’s no surprise perhaps- skittish as he was, refusing to stick around any of the adults for long or accept help- even if what exactly had triggered his fear was a mystery.]
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What part of any of that implies I can't take care of myself, yo? I was a fuckin' leader of a gang!
[He might be taking a little bit of credit for Plumeria's hard work of keeping him and the grunts fucking alive. But, whatever! Before he met her, he was pretty much alone and was able to handle himself well enough!]
Yeah? That's where I plan to get our seeds. If you ain't wantin' to deal with Steven, if you help out around here, I guess I wouldn't be too bothered parting with some berries for your work.
[He just leaves out that Steven's not quite aware of his intentions to take from his patch, but it's fine. Fuck Steven.]
Archie, Jill... both of them have been helpin' out. Golisopod's been especially stubborn, though. I was only just now able to return him to his ball, otherwise he refused. I think he feels a little guilty.
[He shrugs.]
Stupid bug, what happened's got nothin' to do with him.
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[Sticking his nose up, Blue waves a dismissive hand.] I'm not afraid of that know-it-all. But I don't like the idea of being dependent on his patch, either.... I just gotta find a good spot for Exegg to grow his own. Since I'm the only one with a Grass type, right?
[--Well, other than Red. But he sure as Shuckle wasn't letting that loser near his berries!]
[...But speaking of, Exeggutor had seemed really worried about Golisopod before... Blue frowns, finally some real emotion. Poor Gpod...] ...Is he okay? Is he eating okay, too? [Blue thinks about how Arcanine had refused to return to his ball until he could barely stand the rain anymore, by the end of that week...]
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[He says, as if they weren't fucking poorer than shit. He had enough money to handle things well enough, he supposes. They kept the power on, they... had food. It worked.] Not always junk food, no.
[Just mainly.
He chuckles at Blue's response, breaking that scowling he's seemed so intent on having during this whole exchange. Anyone who talks shit on Steven earns automatic favor from Guzma.]
Never said you were afraid, I just know how that pompous ass can be. Best in the smallest doses imaginable, huh? But that's a good point, I'm sure Jill wouldn't mind his help if you were wantin' to make a deal with her to use the garden.
[The shift in Blue catches Guzma, and he finds himself looking down at his nearly empty bowl. His own expression getting a little more serious, a little bit of worry on it.]
He's fine. He's been eating. Didn't for a while, Jill had to hassle him good.
[He sighs, bringing his arm up to rub at his forehead with his hand, eyes closed as his face twists into something a bit more conflicted; before he runs it back through his messy white hair, lowering his head with an aggravated sigh.
It's his left arm he's using, the one that was stabbed through. There's no dressings on it, since it's been healed, but there's the telling scar of the deed, fresh and pink. It's hardly a clean looking pair of marks. It could have been, but in that moment of panic, Guzma had ripped his arm away from the blade, making for an ugly reminder of that night.]
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[As he mulls over the problem, it’s then that Guzma raises his hand, the flash of the mark catching Blue’s eye. His head lifts, not knowing what he expected to see, but the starkness of the wound- scarring or not- jolts him with a sudden shock that makes his stomach turn.]
[He didn’t know.... what he thought had really happened, that’s ended up with Guzma bedridden, Golisopod inconsolable and none of the adults quite letting on. He didn’t know...]
[For a moment he can’t do anything else but stare in horror before he jumps off his chair and goes scurrying out of the room.]
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Yo, where the fuck do you think you're going?
[Of course he's not fully realizing what Blue's deal is, until he looks down at the arm that's currently being used to keep Blue from leaving—seeing the scar himself. That's... what he was staring at, huh?
His eyes go from it, to Blue's horrified features, becoming more sullen and annoyed.]
Did no one tell you? What's the matter, scars scare you? Thought you were tougher than that.
[He's still not letting Blue go, but he seems almost genuinely surprised that no one ratted him out on what happened. Blue came in talking all that mad shit, and he didn't even have a clue about what went down. Typical.]
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Lemme go...! [He shouts, then panickedly tugs and pulls again, his fright starting a slow, veining creep of ice that begins to form around Guzma’s hand on him and up both their arms.] Let go!!
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[He notices the ice, and maybe a normal person would let go. Guzma's far from normal, and doesn't. His grip is weaker than it'd normally be, but that hardly matters when Blue's a kid, and not a particularly physically strong one.]
What's the matter with you, kid? Fuckin' breathe for a second!
[You don't get to endear yourself to him, and then run away! Or, at least that's Guzma's mind right now. This shit was gonna come to head eventually, may as well tackle it now. But that ice is getting increasingly harder to ignore. He hates cold shit.]
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[Just looking at it made him sick with the thought of what- or who- could have caused it. Why were people so violent around here!? A world where people hurt each other... He’d thought with Pokémon, that wasn’t a threat that extended to them, but—]
[His free hand flies to the back of his belt in their world’s universal warning. Helpless as he was, he had only one form of protection anyway.] I’m telling you, or Arcanine will....!
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[This is insanely frustrating, and Guzma's a little besides himself with how sudden this all is. Stubbornly he doesn't, but then Blue threatens him, first with the gesture, and then with what he says. Wordlessly he lets him go, staring at him with an expression that's both tinged with irritation, and confusion.
Maybe a little hurt, but that's probably just his weariness seeping through. This whole thing had went from being exhausting, to somewhat enjoyable, to... this. Whatever this is.]
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[And then the front door to the cabin slams. Given his past behavior, it’s no surprise perhaps- skittish as he was, refusing to stick around any of the adults for long or accept help- even if what exactly had triggered his fear was a mystery.]