[Whoa, what--is that a gun?! Guzma stiffens a little bit - almost no one carries those things around, not even police officers and the like. In all honesty, pokemon are just as efficient...if not more so. Eyes wide, hands up and out a little, even though it's not pointed at him, Guzma stands still and waits for her to calm down because um?? Child??? WHY DO YOU HAVE A GUN????]
Yo, you actually had me sweating there for a second there, kiddo... [And the fact he's admitting it is a token to how dangerous those things are. And that's coming from an ex-gang leader who has two monstrous insectoids that can do unreal damage at his beck and call.] Hey, uh...care to tuck that thing away? Prefer not to be seeing it.
[A-Anyway, he's heading to the plank she was pulling on and gives it a few wriggles before starting to tug. Hoo boy, it's really wedged in there...Or might be nailed to something else, actually. He pushes his weight against it, hoping instead to maybe snap the piece off, before Guzma stops with a squeak of his sneakers on wet rock.]
Huh? For real? [He stares at her, blinking. That's news to him. Then again, he didn't exactly grow up like most kids do.] Mmh maybe that's why is stung like a mother. W-Well, y'can't let it go on leaking like that, neither! Here, hold on...
[Shrugging off his hoodie, he offers it out to Clem to take, the big, red X splashed over the Team Skull logo staring her right in the face.] Wrap it up. I can wash this off later, and it wouldn't be the first time blood what got on it anyway.
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Yo, you actually had me sweating there for a second there, kiddo... [And the fact he's admitting it is a token to how dangerous those things are. And that's coming from an ex-gang leader who has two monstrous insectoids that can do unreal damage at his beck and call.] Hey, uh...care to tuck that thing away? Prefer not to be seeing it.
[A-Anyway, he's heading to the plank she was pulling on and gives it a few wriggles before starting to tug. Hoo boy, it's really wedged in there...Or might be nailed to something else, actually. He pushes his weight against it, hoping instead to maybe snap the piece off, before Guzma stops with a squeak of his sneakers on wet rock.]
Huh? For real? [He stares at her, blinking. That's news to him. Then again, he didn't exactly grow up like most kids do.] Mmh maybe that's why is stung like a mother. W-Well, y'can't let it go on leaking like that, neither! Here, hold on...
[Shrugging off his hoodie, he offers it out to Clem to take, the big, red X splashed over the Team Skull logo staring her right in the face.] Wrap it up. I can wash this off later, and it wouldn't be the first time blood what got on it anyway.