[It's true they don't hear it, because after a moment or two of Guzma sizing up his pokemon, they begin to immediately roughhouse - exactly like siblings would. Guzma catches his pokemon in a headlock and Golisopod immediately begins to push at his trainer with the curved edges of his shell, to jab him hard enough to shake him loose. It's obviously they've wrestled like this before, and it's all fun and games, because the two have huge, stupid grins on their faces, even as Guzma spits threats at his pokemon between the massive pokemon's growls and bellows.

They pause, however, when Ren comes over, careful not to let her get caught up in their horsing around. These two are rough and rowdy and they know it, especially when paired together, and a delicate thing like Ren should be handled with grace and gentleness. They can both agree on that, absolutely.]

Huh? It--oh! [Oh, wow... He hasn't played tag in how many years now? Lord, it's probably over a decade - probably ever since he ran away, maybe before that... He simply had so many more things to worry about than actually being a child. Tournaments, training, studying moves and damage calculations... Worrying about his loss, disgrace, and how hard he'd be struck for the former two. Then after, into adulthood, he simply lost the carefree whimsy of a child entirely. He hardened himself, became cold, cruel, and bitter - "fun" wasn't a term he used unless he was causing mayhem and destruction somehow.

It seems weird now, to play tag, but Golisopod pushes past him to wobble over towards his newest friend like he didn't have a care in the world. Like no one'd judge this big, terrifying-looking creature for playing and enjoying himself with a dear little friend. Like he didn't waste his youth entirely.]

Tch...y'all are killing my image. I can't believe what you making me do. [Guzma huffs, shaking his head.] ...Y'got 'til I count to ten.

[And on 'ten' (or maybe nine, we didn't say he wouldn't cheat), he'll race after Ren to try and catch her first.]