[And the curl of Guzma's lips seems to twist and contort as his eyes squint with delight at her very present discomfort. It's a look Plumeria will recognize, since it's basically what Guzma does - revel in the discomfort of the people he's about to crush. He'll strip them down, make them bend...knock away piece by piece, until they break. And he delights in the whole journey, the whole ride. It's sinister, a part he left behind over a year ago, but it's not a part of him easily forgotten. A dark part of him will forever be the Big Bad Boss of Team Skull.
There's no sympathy in him right now. No friendliness. No joy.
Just a desire to fight, to battle, to find something buried beneath the surface. A truth that he expects not to find, but maybe...hopes for? Maybe, behind the careless grin and the glint of the scorching sun off his sunglasses as he lowers them over his eyes and takes his position, squatting down a ways back from his Pokemon, who breathes deeply and tenses its long claws.]
Funny...neither did I. [And he extends a hand for her. Ladies first, after all.]
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There's no sympathy in him right now. No friendliness. No joy.
Just a desire to fight, to battle, to find something buried beneath the surface. A truth that he expects not to find, but maybe...hopes for? Maybe, behind the careless grin and the glint of the scorching sun off his sunglasses as he lowers them over his eyes and takes his position, squatting down a ways back from his Pokemon, who breathes deeply and tenses its long claws.]
Funny...neither did I. [And he extends a hand for her. Ladies first, after all.]