golisolation | 💀 MoM IC INBOX 💀

[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. ]

[Guzma's not expecting to hear his name suddenly, nor Nanu's voice on top of it. As such, like a complete and utter idiot, he tries to turn is head—big mistake, and it shows on his expression as it twists with pain. After a moment, he turns to bodily face Nanu.]

...Shit, didn't realize you were still kickin'.

[That doesn't answer the question, does it?

Guzma's likewise dressed in a coat more fitting for the weather, but otherwise is in his normal attire. He'd have a scarf around his neck, but...]

Also, whaddaya mean what happened to—oh. Y'mean the neck brace? Broke my neck, apparently.

[THAT STILL DOESN'T ANSWER THE QUESTION...]

[Nanu winces when he sees Guzma hurt himself by turning his head.]

I didn't realize you were. [I mean. He sort of had. He'd checked his communicator every now and then to see who was still around.] They give you a punchcard at the hospital yet?

[Guzma could be really cagey about this kind of thing after all, so may as well see if he'd just drop his guard...]

Tch, as if anything could take me down. Gimme more credit than that.

[Guzma looks awful smug for a guy in a neck brace.]

Not yet, but they might make one just for me. Wonder what I'll get when it gets filled out. Maybe a free organ transplant or somethin', huh?

[He tries to tilt his head, like he always does, but he stops himself just in time...this is so difficult.]

When one of your organs starts to fail from bein' so ancient, maybe I'll lend it to ya.

Yeah, except however you broke your neck. Something happen out there? [Do you really wanna tell dear old Nanu about your sexcapades?]

Probably a complimentary body bag.

[Nanu laughed despite himself and put out his cigarette.]

Organ failure is one of life's little gifts. I wouldn't be so rude to turn it down. Hey, you wanna get out of this cold?

[Guzma waves off the first part of that, like it's such a casual thing to break your neck.]

Wouldn't you like t'know. Honestly, if I told ya what happened, dunno if your little ol' man heart could take it.

[He has no issue telling him, but it's kinda fun to lead him along like this.]

Doubt they got a body bag in my size, ah well. [He quirks an eyebrow up, that grin spreading a little more.] 'Course I want outta this cold, but y'don't gotta play coy with me—if ya wanna come over t'my place, ya just gotta say so.

Y'know, instead of sittin' outside it waitin' like some kinda creep.

[With that, he waves Nanu on, turning towards his place and heading towards it. It's not far, which is why he's figured that it's no coincidence that he's run into Nanu here. Unlocking the door, he'll head in, leaving the door for Nanu to close behind him.

The place isn't as trashy as it could have been. Between the combined efforts of Tupp's new Grimer and Scizor, the place is almost respectable...albeit if one were to ignore the shitty graffiti on the walls.]

[The astringent smell of the spray paint hits him. He should have expected it, honestly. But it is also cleaner than he thought it would be otherwise. Knowing these guys, he did sort of quietly suspect a grimer was the doing. Only a grimer would both fit in and tolerate them.]

Don't know if my "little 'ol man heart" could take it? [Nanu scoffed and immediately tried to guess what he might have been doing.]

You know, they call it bungee jumping because you have to have a cord tethered to you. Otherwise it's just regular jumping.

[Even inside, Nanu rubs his hands together, desperate for a little more heat. The warmth of the room almost makes them feel colder. Fuck winter. He wonders if Guzma will even show him any hospitality.]

[Guzma's feeling him on the fuck winter front. It's as cold as a Jynx's asscrack out there, and he hates it. Fortunately he wasn't out there too terribly long, and the coat he's got on is doing way better than the one tat Tupp pilfered in his absence.]

I wasn't goin' bungee jumpin', but I guess you could classify it as a form of spelunking.

[He snickers at his own little joke as he shrugs off his coat and tosses it onto the couch. The smell of the paint doesn't bother him at all, hell, he can barely smell most putrid smells anymore...it's a wonder he can smell anything at all, really.]

Anyway, want a beer?

[Airing the question as he makes his way to the kitchen. Hopefully there's some left...]

[Knowing Guzma, he was afraid to realize that it was probably a sex thing. God. It had to be. The tone of his voice, the laugh. The fact that he doubted Guzma did any sport more extreme than beer bongs. Well, there was his regular exercise, but there was something lazy about him, too. Godammit Guzma.]

Sure. I'll always say yes to a beer. [He'd offer Guzma a smoke, but with all the spray paint fumes, he was sure they'd just ignite.]

[He then imagined Guzma trying to drink with the neck brace...]

So... You're seeing someone, then?

GODDAMMIT, TUPP!

[Aaaand there's a slam of the fridge door, and soon Guzma returns with a scowl on his face.]

Little punk musta drank it all. [But after that little tantrum, he realizes what Nanu asked. His smirk returning in full force, now that he can focus on that, instead of how he's gonna suplex Tupp for drinking all his booze, the little shit goblin!]

Yeah, I am. I know that's probably disappointin' for ya, try not to be too jealous, huh?

[Nanu leans back slightly as Guzma yells into his fridge.]

I can get more if you have a corner store. [And he wouldn't be making the grave mistake of leaving Guzma in the same general space as his porn. God what a mistake that was.]

[Nanu gives him a wary, bewildered look. Of course he was just being a dickhead, but.] Jealous? Of what?

Yeah, there's one 'bout a five minute walk from here.

[He doesn't answer that question immediately, instead making his way towards the couch so that he can ease himself down onto it. Honestly, it's a little pathetic how he has to move with that brace on his neck. He feels like an idiot, but at the same time doesn't regret what got him here.

Once settle, one arm resting on the back, man spreading like the douchebag idiot he is, he raises an eyebrow at Nanu.]

That you ain't the one who I'm seein', obviously.

[He really...doesn't know if Nanu's actually into men or not, but he likes to poke fun at the older man never seeming to be romantically involved with...anyone. He knows that it can sometimes be a sign of something—either being in the closet or depressed.

Tragically both, more often than not.]

Fine. I'll get some beer. You gonna need a straw, too?

[Little bastard. So what if he was gay and depressed? Guzma didn't have to go acting like he knew anything.]

Didn't know I was even in the running. So who's the lucky man, then?

[Nanu looked irritated, but he usually looked irritated. And if he was going to suffer this from Guzma, he may as well be a little buzzed. But he wanted to see if his jab connected before he ducked back out.]

Tch... [For a moment he acts indignant at the question, but given a second to think about it—] ...Probably.

[Well, at least you typically get drunk faster drinking through a straw, or something. At Nanu's assumption that he's dating a dude, he lets out a chuckle, waving at him dismissively.]

You weren't, but who knows what's goin' on in that ancient head of yours, huh? Ain't no dude, though.

[A beat.]

WELL! I guess I am technically married to one. [MOVING ON] Anyway, he ain't who broke my neck. A chick did, doubt you know her, name's Lucina—she's a princess.

[As he says the last word, he bounces his eyebrows. His tone of voice so smarmy, it's almost filthy.]

No, no no. Wait, hold up.

[I'm sorry, Guzma, but you just metaphorically beat him with a baseball bat of ridiculous revelations.]

You're... Married to a man, but a woman, sorry, a princess broke your neck? Did she break it after finding out that she's dating a married man? When did you get married, and why technically? [Nanu's voice raised in volume and pitch with each successive question.]

And why didn't you tell me you married a guy?! Who is he anyway? And, no offense, but what's a princess doing with you?

Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence there, bud.

[Of course Guzma doesn't sound bothered at all by this line of questioning, nor the thinly veiled insult at the end. He's just still sitting there, all calm and relaxed in his spot, like he's starting at an idiot who couldn't put together what two plus two was, and he held the answer.]

First off, yeah me and Archie—dunno if ya know him—got married right before you showed up. Didn't tell ya 'cos I keep forgettin' about it. So does he, probably the only reason we're still married, honestly.

[That...yeah.]

I said technically 'cos it ain't like we're in love or nothin'. We were just two drunk dumb fucks in Vegas, and apparently you can just get married there no problem, no questions asked—even if you're piss fuckin' wasted.

Wild, right?

[As he's explaining, he just looks...pleased as punch, gesturing with his hand to add emphasis to this and that, to wave off other things, etc.]

As for Lu—what can I say? She digs me, simple as that. But she didn't break my neck 'cos I'm married, nah. It's 'cos I was goin' down on her, and she's got super strength.

[His grin widens.]

You do the math.

💀 MoM IC INBOX 💀

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject