Guzma seems a smidge concerned under the intense glare he gives the mass of slimes gathered together into one entity. They're really going to have to go all out now if they want to make it out of here in one piece, and Guzma's reaching into an inner sleeve of his hoodie to make a grab for Golisopod's Ultra Ball - maybe Ariados's, too - to even the odds a bit. His specialty is priority moves - they strike first, fast, and hard... If he can at least cleave a path through this murk, he can probably pummel the Boogieman easily enough. Roght, so one thr--Guzma nearly snaps when he's interrupted again by the weirdo at his side, barking at him like a junkyard dog.]
How 'bout you bite m--
[Um. Um?? All of a sudden it feels like he's being stalked by the weirdo in the circle with him, and Guzma's not sure how to feel. His dark eyes shift between Ichimatsu and the slimes, wondering if he's about to be betrayed or something. Hah, wouldn't that be something...not the first time, no, but thanks asshole.
The music shifts, and Guzma feels an icy shiver run down his spine once he pieces together the situation between the way this wanker is looking at him, the tone of the music, and the fire that ignites in his soul - hotter than anything before. A beat, a pulse.
Passion.
Oh no.
No no no no no no--HE'D RATHER DIE!! ARCUES, TAKE HIM, HE'LL SWAN DIVE INTO THE GOOP RIGHT THE FUCK NOW FOR ALL HIS MISDEEDS, JUST NOT THIS--]
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Guzma seems a smidge concerned under the intense glare he gives the mass of slimes gathered together into one entity. They're really going to have to go all out now if they want to make it out of here in one piece, and Guzma's reaching into an inner sleeve of his hoodie to make a grab for Golisopod's Ultra Ball - maybe Ariados's, too - to even the odds a bit. His specialty is priority moves - they strike first, fast, and hard... If he can at least cleave a path through this murk, he can probably pummel the Boogieman easily enough. Roght, so one thr--Guzma nearly snaps when he's interrupted again by the weirdo at his side, barking at him like a junkyard dog.]
How 'bout you bite m--
[Um. Um?? All of a sudden it feels like he's being stalked by the weirdo in the circle with him, and Guzma's not sure how to feel. His dark eyes shift between Ichimatsu and the slimes, wondering if he's about to be betrayed or something. Hah, wouldn't that be something...not the first time, no, but thanks asshole.
The music shifts, and Guzma feels an icy shiver run down his spine once he pieces together the situation between the way this wanker is looking at him, the tone of the music, and the fire that ignites in his soul - hotter than anything before. A beat, a pulse.
Passion.
Oh no.
No no no no no no--HE'D RATHER DIE!! ARCUES, TAKE HIM, HE'LL SWAN DIVE INTO THE GOOP RIGHT THE FUCK NOW FOR ALL HIS MISDEEDS, JUST NOT THIS--]