[Guzma hums thoughtfully. Heaven knows it's better than the human population, absolutely, he will never deny pokemon are always and will forever be better than any person or peoples out there, but himself? Yeah, maybe a tier - more useful, that's for sure. But Guzma doesn't linger long on that part of their conversation, raising a brow.]
You are, and I ain't at all shocked - y'all's some'a the toughest kids I've seen. Smart as, too. You wanna talk tiers? Yeah, y'all above some'a the 'adults' here by a good twelve, easy. [He snorts, grumbling something under his breath.] But y'all still kids, too...and--mmh?
[He notices Chara staring at his fists, and curls his fingers a little. There's definitely wear there, especially around his knuckles - faded scars, fresh scratches and cuts, dried and scabbed over. Not to mention the rough callouses on his palms and fingers. It's very obvious he's been in a number of fights over the years. There's also the faded remnants of purple ink over his forearms, where his tattoos used to be. Guzma blinks slowly, and turns them over as he, too, looks at his hands.]
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[Guzma hums thoughtfully. Heaven knows it's better than the human population, absolutely, he will never deny pokemon are always and will forever be better than any person or peoples out there, but himself? Yeah, maybe a tier - more useful, that's for sure. But Guzma doesn't linger long on that part of their conversation, raising a brow.]
You are, and I ain't at all shocked - y'all's some'a the toughest kids I've seen. Smart as, too. You wanna talk tiers? Yeah, y'all above some'a the 'adults' here by a good twelve, easy. [He snorts, grumbling something under his breath.] But y'all still kids, too...and--mmh?
[He notices Chara staring at his fists, and curls his fingers a little. There's definitely wear there, especially around his knuckles - faded scars, fresh scratches and cuts, dried and scabbed over. Not to mention the rough callouses on his palms and fingers. It's very obvious he's been in a number of fights over the years. There's also the faded remnants of purple ink over his forearms, where his tattoos used to be. Guzma blinks slowly, and turns them over as he, too, looks at his hands.]
...Lot of 'em deserved it. [A lot, not all.]