Sunglasses and perpetually ill. Which is what he makes me, too.

[Guzm grumbles under his breath, but at this close distance, Osomatsu may catch that even still. Ariados finishes up cleaning away the webbing, and she clicks her fangs proudly, scuttling over to Guzma for the praise she knows is coming. As if on cue, he rubs a hand on her immense backside, palming the space between her two back stingers.]

That's my girl... You did a good job, didn't you? Go chill out a while - Goli, you too. [Golisopod eyes Osomatsu for a moment, then does as he's told and lumbers away after Ariados to find some shade to relax in.]