[He knows he's being watched, can feel eyes on his back - boring into his skin - as he works for several more hours with this companions and friends. He gives them praise and affection for each small accomplishment and it's clear the trio all have a very well forged bond. They work wordlessly, in unison, one sometimes coming in to aid the other just when and where they need it - unbidden most times. This is a true team working in perfect harmony, together, supporting one another unconditionally.
After a while, Guzma lets the two Pokemon rest, and continues the final touches on the fence himself, wiping his brow on his shirt as he lift part of it up to reach his face. He's going to need to wash himself and his sweaty clothes after he's done, but the work is decent. He'll even test the support and the strength of the beams by pushing hard against it, or leaning and sitting upon it and the support beams. Only once or twice does he squat down to fix shifts and tie off certain parts or hammer in more nails. It's good work, and he looks pretty proud.
Once he stands, he stretches and cracks his back and his neck, rolling his head in a slow circle. Oof, he's going to be feeling the burn tomorrow, but it's...not bad. Like a good workout. He needed this - he really needed this, and after a long soak to soothe the stiffness, and some good food and sleep, he'll do some more the next day. The sun is starting to sink lower in the sky and he's getting hungry again. And thirsty. Breathing out, he whistles to his two resting Pokemon then smooths his white hair back, the long strands sticking back as they're slicked through with his sweat.]
Y'know, that there shag rug is gonna come barking at'cha if y'keep laying around doing nothing. [He calls out, not really looking at Foster, but well aware he's still there.
Get up and do something, lazyass. Stop wallowing.]
in this house we're all sorry about something or other.
After a while, Guzma lets the two Pokemon rest, and continues the final touches on the fence himself, wiping his brow on his shirt as he lift part of it up to reach his face. He's going to need to wash himself and his sweaty clothes after he's done, but the work is decent. He'll even test the support and the strength of the beams by pushing hard against it, or leaning and sitting upon it and the support beams. Only once or twice does he squat down to fix shifts and tie off certain parts or hammer in more nails. It's good work, and he looks pretty proud.
Once he stands, he stretches and cracks his back and his neck, rolling his head in a slow circle. Oof, he's going to be feeling the burn tomorrow, but it's...not bad. Like a good workout. He needed this - he really needed this, and after a long soak to soothe the stiffness, and some good food and sleep, he'll do some more the next day. The sun is starting to sink lower in the sky and he's getting hungry again. And thirsty. Breathing out, he whistles to his two resting Pokemon then smooths his white hair back, the long strands sticking back as they're slicked through with his sweat.]
Y'know, that there shag rug is gonna come barking at'cha if y'keep laying around doing nothing. [He calls out, not really looking at Foster, but well aware he's still there.
Get up and do something, lazyass. Stop wallowing.]