[Guzma's endurance is pretty high up there, Fido, he may have you panting pretty soon. Guzma's always wanted a Houndoom - they're perhaps his favorite pokemon that isn't a bug type - and he's pleased as heck to get to play with a canine that shares a similar enough look to its pre-evolved form that he's raring to go for a while. Besides, the wait between his throws is enough rest to at least get some of his breath back.
However, when the dog goes racing past the stick he's thrown, Guzma blinks, somewhat shocked, and stands up. Uh oh, did the dog spot something else that's he's ready to chase? Hopefully not any of the baby turtles that were scuttling about the shore months back, otherwise these dreamy versions of the Jormun were probably going to smack his nose with one of their clubs or sticks. Gotta avoid that... Guzma's already grown fond of this dog - and he'd rather not encourage them picking on little critters.]
Hey there, Houndour, what'cha got? [He's uh...he's definitely seen this plant before - his mom was a really good gardener, and even had pursued opening up a flower shop at one point, before...things happened. However, he's never developed the green thumb like his mom did. He may recognize it, but only on a base level. PLus, Guzma's been adverse to flowers since...yeah. A few weeks ago.] Hey, homie, don't go sniffing at any weird plants, yeah?
Lemme see here... [Idly, he scratches the dog behind the ear and looks at the herbs, wondering if they could be taken back with him.]
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However, when the dog goes racing past the stick he's thrown, Guzma blinks, somewhat shocked, and stands up. Uh oh, did the dog spot something else that's he's ready to chase? Hopefully not any of the baby turtles that were scuttling about the shore months back, otherwise these dreamy versions of the Jormun were probably going to smack his nose with one of their clubs or sticks. Gotta avoid that... Guzma's already grown fond of this dog - and he'd rather not encourage them picking on little critters.]
Hey there, Houndour, what'cha got? [He's uh...he's definitely seen this plant before - his mom was a really good gardener, and even had pursued opening up a flower shop at one point, before...things happened. However, he's never developed the green thumb like his mom did. He may recognize it, but only on a base level. PLus, Guzma's been adverse to flowers since...yeah. A few weeks ago.] Hey, homie, don't go sniffing at any weird plants, yeah?
Lemme see here... [Idly, he scratches the dog behind the ear and looks at the herbs, wondering if they could be taken back with him.]