[Guzma, despite his gruff and violent exterior (and interior, sometimes) is an avid lover of chocolate, from the richness of dark to the sweet, decadent smoothness of milk and white. His stomach growls painfully at the mention of one of his favorite snacks, and there's a definite whine in his voice as he puts a hand over his aching stomach.]
Oh man, if we got lucky 'uff to find a cacao tree... [He sighs, almost dreamily. What he wouldn't give for something sweet right now. Guzma is a monster for sweets, and his sweet tooth is more like a set of fangs at this point.]
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Oh man, if we got lucky 'uff to find a cacao tree... [He sighs, almost dreamily. What he wouldn't give for something sweet right now. Guzma is a monster for sweets, and his sweet tooth is more like a set of fangs at this point.]