This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. The grin Guzma gives to Wade might be bigger than even Wade's as he watches Tibia thrash another one of the green slimes, and Wade finds himself warming to the brash albino almost instantly. The way to a mercenary's heart is through his daughter, apparently, and Wade can't help feeling like a proud soccer dad as he watches his little girl work.
The fun is kind of mitigated, however, by Guzma's questions about Tibia's moves. Wade's smile fades a little, his brow furrowing in confusion as Guzma lists off a series of maneuvers as if Wade's supposed to be catching what he's throwing.
"Uhh..." There's absolutely no way to bluff this without sounding like an idiot. "I gotta level with ya, bro-- got no idea what the hell you're talking about."
DOES HE LOOK LIKE AN ACTUAL TRAINER TO YOU, GUZMA.
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The fun is kind of mitigated, however, by Guzma's questions about Tibia's moves. Wade's smile fades a little, his brow furrowing in confusion as Guzma lists off a series of maneuvers as if Wade's supposed to be catching what he's throwing.
"Uhh..." There's absolutely no way to bluff this without sounding like an idiot. "I gotta level with ya, bro-- got no idea what the hell you're talking about."
DOES HE LOOK LIKE AN ACTUAL TRAINER TO YOU, GUZMA.