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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]

[that stops her cold -- that answer, that posture. for a moment that feels like too long, she is gobsmacked and somewhat afraid by that fact.]

I...don't.... [she shakes her head a little, closing her eyes and taking a breath. slow down.

curbing that tide of confusion, she looks back at him with a troubled frown.]

I was just coming back...from Aegis. Something very-- [she grimaces.] --troubling happened. [she shakes her head again.] But it can wait if something else has gone on! What is it? Did someone harass your team? The Pokemon-? [she glances over her shoulder, realizing she didn't even bother to check if they were there along her way upstairs.]

[golisolation]

[Somehow, her half explanation doesn't soothe him at all. Probably because he can't tell if it's related to what he's pissed about, or not. Maybe he's getting more frustrated because it feels like she's dodging, playing dumb. Maybe taking him for being dumber than he is. Not that he'd call himself especially smart, but...]

Nah, team s'fine. But, if that somethin' troublin' had to do with your boy Luke, I ain't thinkin' it can.

[Finally, he peers over his shoulder at her. Full on glaring. Really, his animosity is more at Luke, than her, but man if he ain't great at properly directing his anger.

As for his Pokémon, well, they know better than to intervene when Guzma's like this. As such, they are somewhere else in the house, or even just in their balls. They might not like this, but it's what Guzma does. What he's always done.]

So, what's up, Lu? You got somethin' to tell ya boy?

[fauxmarth]

Luke-?! [her eyes widen, alarmed -- even a little scared. that sort of expression...he hasn't given her such a wrathful look before, not even when they hated each other.

somehow, everything's gone terribly wrong and out of control, and she can't understand what she did to make it so.]

That's just it, though-! At training today -- training with the sabers he made -- it seemed so normal and fine, but then he...! [her expression twists, pained. her hands, which had lifted to gesture in some means to plead or placate, hesitate and then withdraw herself, hugging her arms to herself.]

He said some things I can't really understand...that seemed wrong to hear, and I-- I don't understand. Everything's going topsy-turvy all of a sudden and I don't know why!

[maybe she can empathize with wanting to thrash around.]

[golisolation]

[As she explains, he keeps that glower leveled at her. There's not just anger there, but hurt. Yet, he feels that anger losing steam...well, that's not quite right. Rather, he feels his anger shifting away from her. If anything, it intensifies towards Luke, and that's why he's turning suddenly and crossing that distance between them.

Terrifyingly, his fists are still clenched, and that scowl is ever present, but instead of interacting with her in a way that such an approach might have implied—he goes to walk around her. Wordless fury radiating off of him.]

[fauxmarth]

[for a moment there, as he approaches, Lucina tenses up, bracing for...what? a shout? an accusation? she has no idea, but...she didn't expect that.

her face flushes hot as she quickly whirls around to follow him.]

Guzma, wait. Wait! Please, talk to me! I don't understand what's going on! [she dares to reach out for his arm, and only after the fact does her heart leap in her throat out of fear. she retracts her hand quickly, at a loss.]

What...what is going on? ...Why is...? [why did Luke say those things?! did she do something to cause this? and how does she fix it?]

[golisolation]

[His throat is tight, and as Lucina pleads with him, his chest grows tighter. He does stop, but he doesn't look at her. There's too much going on in that head of his, too much anger...and he knows if he stays here for too long, he's gonna cause more damage and Lucina doesn't deserve that.

When he talks, his voice sounds strained.]

Luke told me he's been actin' sweet on you. Didn't care that we're datin'. Asked me for a beat down the next time I see him, and I ain't carin' to leave that to random chance. I'm gonna be expeditin' his request.

[And with that said, he's gonna start walking again.]

[fauxmarth]

[hearing that, she goes cold all over again, her heart sinking into her stomach. fear, confusion, dismay...even anger, it all seems to compact together densely and heavily in her. she lets him walk away from her and out of the house while her head starts to fill up, replaying all the memories with Luke she's had that she can recall on the spot, trying to slapdash inspect them for clues and signs she should've known. where was the point she messed up? didn't make something clear? he knew she was with Guzma. yet despite that...?

before too long, her thoughts strayed back to when Luke had sneaked a kiss on her -- a gesture she thought meant out of fidelity -- comfort during a time of loss. she thinks of it again in light of this and almost wants to cry out of frustration.

i'm such an idiot...!]


Wait-!

[she catches up outside, hurrying to grab at the back of his shirt to keep from barreling into him.

breathless:] Wait. Let me speak, please? Before you go... I, I won't stop you, I just... If this is all my fault, then I have to be accountable for it, don't I?!