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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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[fauxmarth]

[yeah, she thinks flatly, and winding up in a neckbrace...

that thought makes her sigh and shake her head slightly, her eyes cast down toward the Pokemon.]

I know. I'll just need to further master my strength before I can really be certain I'm not going to do you lasting harm. You certainly won't say so.

[golisolation]

I ain't seein' what the problem is, we got healers.

[That's besides the point, Guzma... Golisopod, however, has closed his eyes once more, and while he's not asleep, he's very visibly relaxed. That shiny shell definitely does a good job of reflecting her and Guzma in its surface.]

[fauxmarth]

I-I don't like the idea of hurting you to the point of having to ask a healer. Or visit a hospital again... [it just invites more people into their relationship in a sense, and the internet's already got enough as far as she's concerned!!]

[golisolation]

We ain't gotta tell 'em what happened!

[Besides the point again.]

But s'fine. We can take it slow. [He leans over to place a kiss on the top of her head.]

[fauxmarth]

[the kiss mollifies her, though she still pouts a bit at his bit of a handwave. despite her reluctance, she does want to make him happy! even if that involves some extremes.

she'd rather it not be too much, lest she be reminded of how badly he banged himself up there on that yacht.

before he can slump back, she lifts her head and gives him a little nuzzle with her nose and a peck on his cheek and then lets her head rest back against his shoulder, her eyes flickering to that distorted reflection on Golisopod's shell.

slow...would be nice. she hopes the world will let them set that pace.]