[It's so small, and definitely a bug. Guzma bites his lower lip, to keep from smiling too hard when their gazes meet, and it mimics his previous action. The little creature definitely reminds him of a Pinsir, and he's immediately fond of it, for the obvious reason being that he desperately misses his own Pinsir.
Squatting, so as not to be as massive, he nods to the small thing - does it speak? Will it even understand him? There's no harm in attempting, and it's clearly intelligent enough to copy him, knowing there's something to be gained therein doing, so...]
Yo, whaddup, lil homeslice? Don't like the sun too much, yeah? [He speaks rough, but there's an obvious warmth in his voice, and his grin doesn't seem as cruel and jagged as it normally is.]
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Squatting, so as not to be as massive, he nods to the small thing - does it speak? Will it even understand him? There's no harm in attempting, and it's clearly intelligent enough to copy him, knowing there's something to be gained therein doing, so...]
Yo, whaddup, lil homeslice? Don't like the sun too much, yeah? [He speaks rough, but there's an obvious warmth in his voice, and his grin doesn't seem as cruel and jagged as it normally is.]