[Nanu is doing what he does best, besides taking care of cats, that is. Ever since he found Guzma's house, he's creeping around Guzma's neighborhood. He found Tupp last time, who knows what he might find next time... He doesn't want to go directly to Guzma's door to tip him off, either. Man, what was he doing these days? Guzma going missing had made him feel a little crazy, too. Maybe he was going a little crazy. His couple cigarettes a day habit had slowly creeped up to a pack a day... some days.]
[His thoughts are interrupted by catching sight of that spiky white hair... And a neck brace. He almost drops the cigarette out of his mouth when his jaw drops.]
Guzma! What happened to you?
[Nanu is dressed in a black bomber jacket and his regular pants... But he's managed to find some winter boots to fit over his sandals, clearly. He's wearing a dark grey trapper hat, an obvious choice for someone who clearly can't make enough of his own heat. He jogs across the street, unable to wipe the concern off his face. ]
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[His thoughts are interrupted by catching sight of that spiky white hair... And a neck brace. He almost drops the cigarette out of his mouth when his jaw drops.]
Guzma! What happened to you?
[Nanu is dressed in a black bomber jacket and his regular pants... But he's managed to find some winter boots to fit over his sandals, clearly. He's wearing a dark grey trapper hat, an obvious choice for someone who clearly can't make enough of his own heat. He jogs across the street, unable to wipe the concern off his face. ]