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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]

[honestly? Lucina thinks he's going to actually set them on fire to destroy all evidence. this is because Lucina doesn't know about paint and vapors and how that's generally a bad idea. she is not the brightest of diamonds, but dammit, she still sparkles.

she makes a brisk bee-line up to their room, making a point of not making eye contact with any bugs along the way because she will not be judged for this right now, roaming around the scattering of boxes and...back alley garbage can...? Guzma this is not how a person packs, but okay, that explains the odd smell. fair enough.

somehow, the absurdity of the situation gradually takes a backseat to the action itself -- namely, she, the girlfriend, dutifully searching through her man's belongings for pants. the domestic and intimate nature of the act settles in and makes her feel rather fluttery in the way him saying our room did him in, and for a moment she just stands there like a dope...a dope holding pants upside-down.


oh.

right.

pants. good! she chuckles and sighs out the whimsy of the moment (and the idea of Guzma wearing her goldfish-patterned stockings) before hurrying back in, holding her find out triumphantly.]

You are in luck! We won't have to make a detour before dinner to get you clean clothes. We can toast to your foresight later.