[Old enough to know what he was talking about, and the curl about his lips is proof of his minor victory, though it dissolves in an instant at the insinuation that he can't handle his own. Excuse you? You want to repeat that a second time, good sir? Because Guzma clearly did not hear you right. He knits his brows together, lips curling back over his teeth almost like a dog, and he takes a bold step forward.]
...You wanna get beat down too, old man? [He's ready to go, any time, any d--okay yeah, no. His lowered guard there means a slim oozes its way onto his leg and Guzma curses waving his leg wildly to throw the thing off before he opts to just kick the darned thing square between the eyes. He's uh...still in the mindset these are Grimer, and it sort of pains him to hurt a pokemon, but this isn't the time for ethics.
The grime that still clings to his pants starts to hiss and smoke as the toxicity begins to eat away at the cloth, and Guzma nearly tips over himself as he heads to the shore to wash it off.
>:C You say anything, grandpa, and he's flipping you the bird. E rating be damned.]
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...You wanna get beat down too, old man? [He's ready to go, any time, any d--okay yeah, no. His lowered guard there means a slim oozes its way onto his leg and Guzma curses waving his leg wildly to throw the thing off before he opts to just kick the darned thing square between the eyes. He's uh...still in the mindset these are Grimer, and it sort of pains him to hurt a pokemon, but this isn't the time for ethics.
The grime that still clings to his pants starts to hiss and smoke as the toxicity begins to eat away at the cloth, and Guzma nearly tips over himself as he heads to the shore to wash it off.
>:C You say anything, grandpa, and he's flipping you the bird. E rating be damned.]