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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]

He is? [she's genuinely surprised. Scizor seems so...uptight! but this is opening up new possibilities...]

If he'll concede, I can take the measuring tape to him, too. I'll have to get some ideas next time I'm out shopping.

[in any case, the next text is a photo of her in a handmade sweater themed for autumn and some leggings that do not match because of course.]

[golisolation]

I might needta talk him into it, but if he realizes it'll make him look slick, I can't imagine he'd be against it.

[He might seem a little...hesitant at first, and even after the fact, reluctant to admit his appreciation, but Guzma knows his bugtler very well.

But that picture...well, he thinks it's cute. Lucina's lack of coherent style is so her that there's no way he can't love it.]

You still got that sweater and leggings?

[fauxmarth]

[she's briefly distracted by the image of Scizor dolled up like a little butler. like Fredrick! aaa...

wait.]

Eh? Oh, um. [uhhh.] Not the sweater, no. Unfortunately, that went off with its maker. How come?

[golisolation]

Oh, it was cute is all. You looked good in it.

["Good" being relative, of course.]

[fauxmarth]

Oh. [ghdfk;...wow, okay, it's nice to hear that kind of compliment from him!] Ah, well...thank you. I'm glad you think so...! That...that whole time was fun. They were fun. The sewers, I mean. I'd help them out again if they asked. [more photos, more compliments???]

[golisolation]

Tch, no need to thank me, yo. Just tellin' it how it is.

[Oh shut up, Guzma.]

But. You like doin' that sorta thing? Modelin'?

[She's pretty enough to do it, he thinks, but he also knows that modeling in general usually calls upon the long-limbed and underfed...]

[fauxmarth]

Er, well...I mean--it's. It's not hard...you just...stand there or look where they tell you to. It's a little embarrassing, though -- I'd never want to do it as a profession, but...but those folks at the community center were very kind and enthusiastic, so it was hard to say no. And I suppose as far as photographs go, I'd rather those sorts than...[withering:] annoying candids on the internet...

[golisolation]

[That gets a laugh from him.]

Well, yeah. These are pictures you agreed to doin'. But it's nice, ain't it? Doin' somethin' kinda simple and easy, gettin' that kinda attention. Feels good, huh?

[He wouldn't know exactly, but he's someone who is (up till recently, anyway) pretty much starved of attention and validation in a lot of ways, so even something like that he can imagine it'd feel pretty good. Even if it's over something he otherwise has little interest in—attention is attention.]

[fauxmarth]

[sheepish:] I...I think it's more that they were excited to see their clothes on someone. It's a little silly, getting praised for putting on a sweater or a skirt...but it was something made by their own hands.

It was nice, though. I'm glad I was able to make someone happy doing something so simple and easy, as you said. And I wound up with that lovely [hideous] dress because of it! So I think everyone won.