The words flicker to life on that little screen and Guzma feels heat rise to his face, searing the back of his neck. He can almost hear the sincerity laced into each letter, and he ducks his head a little with a scowl, though a smile does threaten to tug at the corners of his lips. Since when was the last time he heard anyone say that to a layabout like him? Say it, and really, truly mean it? He grumbles under his breath, leading the drifter toward the shade of a palm tree.]
Hey now, s'a little too soon for that - y'all's still not right yet, yeah? Dunno how much good I'll be able to do, but I can get some grub in you, at the least. I, uh...I-I mean, if you can...? [He's still not sure what this guy even is.] Y'gotta help me out a bit, though.
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The words flicker to life on that little screen and Guzma feels heat rise to his face, searing the back of his neck. He can almost hear the sincerity laced into each letter, and he ducks his head a little with a scowl, though a smile does threaten to tug at the corners of his lips. Since when was the last time he heard anyone say that to a layabout like him? Say it, and really, truly mean it? He grumbles under his breath, leading the drifter toward the shade of a palm tree.]
Hey now, s'a little too soon for that - y'all's still not right yet, yeah? Dunno how much good I'll be able to do, but I can get some grub in you, at the least. I, uh...I-I mean, if you can...? [He's still not sure what this guy even is.] Y'gotta help me out a bit, though.
Can't do nothing if I know nothing.