[Golisopod doesn't move much, only to stand himself and keep his antennae shifting and slowly twitching. He knows his trainer better than anyone, and is anticipating a fight, but even the large insect isn't sure what to make of this. He's glancing between the two humans - two people he knows and care deeply for - but can't make a proper move toward either, for what good or bad it would do. He's just as stuck as Plumeria is in this situation, it seems.
On the other hand, Guzma hasn't taken his eyes off Plumeria, and his nose wrinkles, brows knitting together. Oh, he knows this game. It's worked plenty when he was on the verge of scrubbing someone's pace off onto the concrete. It's worked plenty when he was still an idiot that thought only with his fists. When his fury would guide his strength, and be justified by nothing more than primal lust for a fight. No, he's changed beyond that bull-headed fool. He can at least think a little better on the straight and narrow, focus on a target, then strike when the iron is hot.
He nods nods his head, but doesn't glance at the boombox as a slow and crooked smile curls on his lips.]
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On the other hand, Guzma hasn't taken his eyes off Plumeria, and his nose wrinkles, brows knitting together. Oh, he knows this game. It's worked plenty when he was on the verge of scrubbing someone's pace off onto the concrete. It's worked plenty when he was still an idiot that thought only with his fists. When his fury would guide his strength, and be justified by nothing more than primal lust for a fight. No, he's changed beyond that bull-headed fool. He can at least think a little better on the straight and narrow, focus on a target, then strike when the iron is hot.
He nods nods his head, but doesn't glance at the boombox as a slow and crooked smile curls on his lips.]
Answer the question, Plumeria. [That's an order.]