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[golisolation]

"Yo, it's the hated boss that beats you down, and beats you down, and never lets up... Yeah, big bad Guzma is here—well, I ain't, actually. Leave a message and ya boy will get back at ya. Later days, dude."

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[golisolation]

big bars

[A moment later...]

wait maybe half & half

[Another moment...]

what else u gettin

[fauxmarth]

[ha. well, half it is...]

Some spices, vegetables, and a bit of roasting meat. I want to try to make a stew...something warm and hearty.

[golisolation]

[!!]

u makin it 2nite??

[fauxmarth]

That's the plan.
Would you like to come over and give it a try?

[golisolation]

hell yeah i do!!!

[fauxmarth]

It'll take some time to get things ready to serve, but you're more than welcome to come by. I'll be happy for the company.

[golisolation]

ur boi will b there!

ill bring some drinks

[And he'll likely be there before she is. He knows how to get into her place without a key, after all!!]

[fauxmarth]

Sounds like a date to me.

[and she didn't even mean for it to happen!!! how nice. she likes that! maybe she'll just put some of this food on her card and get a bit extra...

which just means her vision is obscured for the moment when she does get back to her home, so when she sets the bags down to take her shoes off and--]

GAH! AH! Oh-! [THERE'S A GREMLIN IN THE HOUSE oh it's Guzma.] Oh, gods! You, you startled me! How did you get in...here...[oh.] Oh, the...the back door. Right. [ha. huh. well then.]

[golisolation]

a date it is 👌

[He's chilling on the couch like he owns the place, a bottle of beer in his hand. Her surprise doesn't come as a surprise to him, but at least she didn't drop everything!

Or hit him. He'd probably deserve it, if she did.]

Yeah, pretty useful knowin' 'bout that, huh?

[He pushes himself to his feet, and makes his way over to her, offering a hand to take some of those bags (not that she needs the help, but maybe he can be nice sometimes). His eyebrows raise when he realizes there's definitely more bags than he was expecting...]

What all d'ya get?

[fauxmarth]

[once she's wriggled her feet free of shoes, she can see to this bag situation, handing one over and nodding her thanks. they're light as feathers, but she likes to be able to see where she's going, yanno?]

That one-- [the one he's got.] That's your bounty of chocolate. Hopefully all of those wind up being good, I don't know. [she's been here how many years and still doesn't know all the kinds of candy??]

The rest is for my stew experiment! [she moves into the little kitchen to set things down and free up her hands so she can get her coat off, passing his way again and stopping to give his collar a little tug so he'll bend and get a quick peck on the lips.]

Hello, by the way.

[golisolation]

[As she explains, he peeks into the bag to scope out what she got, not totally paying attention to her little visit to the kitchen, his attention being brought back to her when his collar gets a tug.

And then he gets a kiss, and that instantly brings a smile to his lips. Using arm that's only occupied with the beer, he wraps it around her waist to keep her close, his eyebrows raising with his own greeting:]

Yo.

[Aaaand he's gonna raise her quick peck a proper kiss.]

[fauxmarth]

[that gets a little surprised sound, but no resistance to speak of as she rolls up on her toes to better return the favor before settling back on flat feet, patting his chest so she can break away and see to hanging her coat up, all pink-faced and smiling.]

Things must be going well for your friends at the factory if you've got the afternoon to spare here with me! I'm glad... Did all of that winterizing you were set on doing get done?

[golisolation]

[He does indeed let her go when prompted to, making his way over to the couch to properly pick through that bag after setting his beer down.]

Yeah we got it all done after that, uh... [His eyes narrows as he pulls out a chocolate bar.] ...thing you and Darin were pullin'. It's still a li'l drafty, but it's an old building. Tupp's Salandit seem to be doin' a pretty good job keepin' the place warm enough, though.

[fauxmarth]

[Lucina's mouth twitches at mention of the Santa job. look, they meant well...! even if it was...very odd indeed.

at least it highlighted the ventilation issues with the boiler room??? right?]

I'm surprised you didn't show up with that little creature in your coat today, actually. [considering how he keeps his house set to jungle temperatures! she has half a mind to just leave summer clothes at that house, but in her current comfortable state of the present, that's a step too forward; future-Lucina will regret her lack of commitment to thinking ahead.

she vanishes to her room for a moment before returning, in the process of tying her hair up in a ponytail as she pads across the living room and back toward the kitchen.]

How did I do? I just picked from the various baskets of clearanced candies they had there and guessed...

[golisolation]

Heh, yeah...

[Is all he says about her comment towards him lacking the Salandit. Truth is, he's not, just the little guy isn't presently on Guzma.

In fact, by the time Lucina's making her way towards the kitchen, asking about her candy picking skills, the Salandit makes itself known by accidentally knocking around some pots and pans in her cupboard, some of which clatter against the ground as they fall out. This surprises the little reptile, and there's more thudding to be heard, a little bit of scratching from claws against wood, and scurrying.

Guzma sits bolt upright when he hears the noise, his brain completely tossing Lucina's question out as his attention is instead focused on the little troublemaker in the kitchen.]

Shit—what the hell's he doin'?!

[Putting the bag and bar down, Guzma's to his feet and swiftly heading towards the kitchen.]

[fauxmarth]

GAH-!!

[thank goodness she hadn't been going for the cutlery when the critter made his appearance. rather, she'd reached for one of the bigger pots in a floor-level cupboard and got the spook from there and, unfortunately, lost her grip on it and sent it sailing behind her.

sorry Guzma. maybe duck?]

[golisolation]

[What's that about ducks?

Oh. Duck, not...okay.

Yeah, Guzma doesn't do that, so instead he just gets hit right in the face with that pot. Fortunately for him, he activates his carapace, but unfortunately he doesn't do it immediately, so...]

FUCK!!

[With the pot ricocheting off of his face like a tennis ball bouncing off of any hard surface, Guzma's left holding his face with one hand, bracing himself against the kitchen door frame with the other, seeing as he stumbled against it from the hit.

There might be a little blood dripping from the hand holding his face. Maybe...a lot of blood. Guess that's what happens when a pot hits you square in the nose. Good thing his carapace is a thing, or maybe the damage might have been worse!

As for the Salandit? He's scurried off into another cabinet to hide, because he's pretty sure he's in big trouble if all the yelling and noise is anything to go by!]

[fauxmarth]

Wha-? Oh! Oh, gods-!! [she whips around after the pot clatters to the floor, eyes big. in confusion, she looks from pot to the little spatter of blood on the floor to boyfriend face, alarmed.]

Guzma! I--oh, are you alright?!

[she hurries over to inspect. LET HER SEE!!]

[golisolation]

[He pulls his hand back for a moment to look at his blood smeared palm, which allows his gushing nose to make even more of a mess on the floor (and his shirt), before he clasps it right back on his face by the time Lucina's upon him.

With a scowl, he looks at Lucina, though his anger isn't at her, so much the situation.]

I'll be fine, it's just some blood.

[That's a lot of blood for "just some blood."]

[fauxmarth]

[Lucina sucks in a breath through her teeth, wincing. oh yikes, that's a lot! she really got him good...on accident...

not a second later, she hurries to grab a nearby dish towel and hand it to him.] Here, hold that firmly-- [so that she can find paper towels to get the mess on the floor.]

It's not broken, is it? Your poor nose...! [she likes that nose!]

[golisolation]

[Taking the offered dish towel, he applies that to it, wincing at the new pressure.]

I don't think so, I was able to get my carapace up—but apparently not fuckin' fast enough to keep this from happenin'—fuck!

[He barks that out, his free hand clenching into a fist as he pounds the bottom of it against the frame of the door in frustration.

He can deal with pain, that's not the issue here! He just doesn't like that this is what they're dealing with when they were supposed to be enjoying the afternoon together!!]

[fauxmarth]

[Lucina physically winces from his outcry, guilt dropping to her stomach. why is it that every other time he's over, he gets injured...? by her? and not even on PURPOSE!

she gently shoos him out of the way so she can wipe down the floor and retrieve the pot, sighing as she sets it on the stove before looking back over at Guzma with a deepening frown.]

You ought to rinse off in the bathroom. I'll make a little wrap of ice, just in case... [carapace or no, it's no excuse to risk his nose swelling up like a balloon.]

[golisolation]

[Just what happens when two rowdy people are around each other, and one has super strength!!

Her wince isn't lost on him, and that helps settle him a little bit. The angry look in his eyes shifts to something a little more rueful, but he nods, adjusting the towel so nothing can leak, before he heads to the bathroom to clean himself off.

With Guzma out of the kitchen, and most of the noise settling down, the culprit of this whole ordeal peeks out from the cupboard he's been hiding in. His squinty purple eyes scanning the room before locking onto Lucina. He doesn't dare to come out more than that peeking, though.]

[fauxmarth]

Ah-- There you are...

[she spies the criminal on her way back from the freezer, carrying an ice tray. she spares him a glance and a click of her tongue before she goes back to putting some cubes on a clean towel and rolling them up together. once the tray's refilled and back in the freezer, though, she comes back and kneels down in front of the cupboard, peeking in.]

You gave me quite a spook, you know. [it's admonishing, but her tone isn't harsh. she holds out a hand.] Here, come on out. And give me a warning next time you're going exploring, yes?

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[golisolation]

[He nearly scurries away when he realizes she's spotted him, but instead merely hides a little bit more behind that door. However, the fact she doesn't sound angry with him, even if she's technically scolding him, helps keep him calm.

That offered hand gets scrutinized for a moment, before he clambers out of the cupboard (knocking a few things inside around with that tail of his) and bodily lays on her palm, his little arms hugging around her wrist as he stares up at her with those squinty eyes of his.

He nods emphatically to her request.]

Saaah-sah! Salaaand...

[The way he coos his voice almost sounds...flirty?? Like he's trying to butter her up, even though he's clearly not in trouble. Or, maybe he's trying to win her over a little extra, so when Guzma comes back, she'll protect him from the wrath that may yet come.

Speak of the devil, Guzma comes back without his shirt on, bloodied towel around his neck. There's still some blood around his nostrils, but it's not bleeding like before, He's scrubbing at his face (careful of his nose) as he enters the kitchen once more.]

Goddamn, I didn't think it was ever gonn—