[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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[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.]