[Oh, he's not searching at all. He has a reason to be angry with her - a plenty good reason at that. What he's searching for...is incentive. Truth? Lies? Something to prove his accusations are either unfounded or entirely accurate. A reason to justify his future actions, because Guzma only knows one thing:
How to beat you down, and beat you down, and never let up.
His eyes do, briefly, glance at the damaged arm, but any concern he may have had vanishes in a puff of smoke at the mention of the Aether President. He bristles, teeth exposing slightly like a wild animal, and his knuckles pop as his fists clench at his sides. A reminder, of his false trust in a woman who held no care for his wellbeing at all. Just a tool, a means to an end. Something to step on so as not to muddy her shoes. He has less forgiveness for Lusamine than he does even this supposed specter of his friend.]
Lillie. And Luna. [He interjects, casting a very hard glare at Plumeria before allowing her to continue. He won't correct her again. Listening to it all, Guzma sighs, bowing his head with a sigh as he raises one and and wriggles his fingers to the pokemon behind him, who stands to attention very suddenly, and steps instead to his side and a step forward.] ...You're real convincing, Plumeria. Really. Prob'ly would'a had me fooled if'n this was our first rodeo, yeah?
But I could be wrong, and y'all could be telling the truth - could be 'xactly who you say you are - and I'll look like the uglier side of a Mudsdale. Only one way to find out, mm? How 'bout it? One on one with me. Don't expect special treatment.
[Because he's going to strike and he's going to strike hard. There's no way she'll win against him, she's only ever come close, but he needs to see her sweat. Guzma needs to see this is really his friend, and hidden thoughts, hidden emotions...they're laid on display during the intensity of a true challenge. He's felt it before, after all. Experienced it.]
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How to beat you down, and beat you down, and never let up.
His eyes do, briefly, glance at the damaged arm, but any concern he may have had vanishes in a puff of smoke at the mention of the Aether President. He bristles, teeth exposing slightly like a wild animal, and his knuckles pop as his fists clench at his sides. A reminder, of his false trust in a woman who held no care for his wellbeing at all. Just a tool, a means to an end. Something to step on so as not to muddy her shoes. He has less forgiveness for Lusamine than he does even this supposed specter of his friend.]
Lillie. And Luna. [He interjects, casting a very hard glare at Plumeria before allowing her to continue. He won't correct her again. Listening to it all, Guzma sighs, bowing his head with a sigh as he raises one and and wriggles his fingers to the pokemon behind him, who stands to attention very suddenly, and steps instead to his side and a step forward.] ...You're real convincing, Plumeria. Really. Prob'ly would'a had me fooled if'n this was our first rodeo, yeah?
But I could be wrong, and y'all could be telling the truth - could be 'xactly who you say you are - and I'll look like the uglier side of a Mudsdale. Only one way to find out, mm? How 'bout it? One on one with me. Don't expect special treatment.
[Because he's going to strike and he's going to strike hard. There's no way she'll win against him, she's only ever come close, but he needs to see her sweat. Guzma needs to see this is really his friend, and hidden thoughts, hidden emotions...they're laid on display during the intensity of a true challenge. He's felt it before, after all. Experienced it.]