[Getting dirty and scuffed up during work is definitely a trait of labor like this, but Guzma's not stupid, and he's very observant. He watches the Knight closely as they drink, then begin to clean themself. Taking a rag from a back pocket, he drips some water onto it, wrings it out, then begins to gently wipe the small creature's face and horns. The act feels so...normal, and he doesn't hesitate or pause.
It's almost like grooming his own Pokemon, back home. Something familiar. Something Guzma remembers doing a long time ago. A nicer time, back when so many things didn't happen so fast. Back when things were simpler, easier to go by day in and day out. The smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth is gentler than normal, and he pats the Knight's head, palm laying between their two horns.]
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It's almost like grooming his own Pokemon, back home. Something familiar. Something Guzma remembers doing a long time ago. A nicer time, back when so many things didn't happen so fast. Back when things were simpler, easier to go by day in and day out. The smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth is gentler than normal, and he pats the Knight's head, palm laying between their two horns.]
That's better, yeah?