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Who: Luna, Guzma, and whoever wants to stop by Islet 2!
What: THERE IS SOME COOKING GOING ON AND IT PROBABLY IS DELICIOUS
When: Around the 21st of September!
Where: ISLET 2, THE ONLY ISLET WITH A WOOD STOVE
Warnings: DELICIOUS FOOD AHEAD, PLEASE USE YOUR OWN DISCRETION

If you happen to be in the area of the second Islet, where a make-shift hut has become the home of two local pokemon trainers, you may find yourself smelling something amazing. Well, amazing if you enjoy fish. With their new wood-burning stove, Luna and Guzma's cooking game has upped itself tremendously. Rather, Guzma's cooking game has upped itself. Luna has gained a rank in firestarting and firekeeping. It's amazing, living together with a guy like Guzma-- mainly because Luna would never have thought it could happen. But here he is, standing around and cooking fish like he's been doing it for years...probably. Not that Luna knows. Guzma's a pretty outstanding mystery to her in the first place. Weird, kind of spooky. Pretty negative. But everyone knows him, so he's not shy. His pokemon adore him, so he can't be all bad.

It doesn't stop both her pups from being on high guard. Luna'd be lying if she said that there weren't times she was on guard herself-- but having someone who knows where you come from is something that she's decided to not take for granted. Someone with enough knowledge and history to ground her and remind her that home exists...

....somewhere.

Islet #2's hut is...pretty organized, but definitely split into two sides. With the addition of the wood burning stove, the two have tried to insulate their abode with a large tarp, though they still lack a proper roof. There are two strangely hung hammocks on opposite sides-- one of them has a very impressive looking tigershark-skin blanket draped across it invitingly. They seem to be hung by an insect's silken threads, and are very secured to what little they could be fastened to on the worn-down parts of the hut.

On a side of the hut, seashells hang of all types and sizes. They're pretty to look at. There's a small pile of them on the floor, along with a bag that says 'L U N A' in worn letters. There's fur on it-- perhaps someone sleeps here?

For now, this temporary home is fine.

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[It doesn't matter, for one second, that this raccoon child has a constant source of food coming from two elves or that her bag is currently overloaded with candy. Food can become scarce quick and even she has enough foresight to try and find out where potential sources might be. It could help the people she's staying with. It could help Seto one day.

So while she initially came to the islets for a fun afternoon of house defacement, the smell catches her attention instead and she wanders over to the source, just kind of watching him like a spooky ghost girl. Where did he find food like that?]

[There is certainly the inkling feeling of being watched, and Guzma scowls at first before he turns around and stops, his face changing into a quiet shock. Oh, it's that kid from a while back, uh...did he ever get her name? Probably, but his memory's never been too great - names tend to escape him if he doesn't actively commit them to memory. At the very least, he does remember this kid is pretty timid, so he waves her over gently.]

Yo, sweetheart, you hungry? There's more'n enough for me and the br--uh...I-I mean, Luna. Me'n Luna. [Probably not a good idea to call the younger pokemon trainer 'brat' in front of another kid.] C'mere, it actually turned out pretty good. Just careful of the bones, yeah?

[Even if she doesn't right away, he sets down a palm leaf on the ground and sets one of the baked fishies and a hearty helping of those cooked veggies beside it. She'll have to eat with her hands, since he doesn't have spare utensils, but he could really care less about tablemanners (since he barely has any himself).]

[Didn't anyone ever teach him not to feed stray animals? Because they'll just come back for more. Therein lies the problem with the offered food because her new home defacement plans now include his shared home, unfortunately. There's no better way to mark safe areas. It's chalk or nothing.

The polite, normal thing to say in this situation would be 'thank you' and then eat, but she only does the latter. She kneels down to the ground, picking small pieces of the fish to taste and taking little bites of the vegetables. It's good. Tasty to the point where she wants to savor every bite and keep it for the days when food doesn't come quite so easily. It's hard to resist eating the entirety of it and the only thought that stops her is knowing the instant gratification won't be worth it. Hunger pains aren't as commonplace anymore and she can afford to hold onto this meal awhile longer.

And, whelp. Back down it goes. She grabs the edge of the leaf, folding it around the food and goes to shove the whole meal into her bag. Preservatives? Who needs them. Rotten fish and old veggies will make you strong!!]

Are you a cooking wizard too? Do you like doing this kind of thing?

Edited (i, a fool, who didn't realize the stove was outside go sonic super sonic edit don't judge holla ) 2017-09-30 03:23 (UTC)

[WHOA THERE, CHILDE.

Guzma nearly trips over himself when he sees her about to stuff the meal he worked so hard to make into her pack with...god only knows what else, probably ruining it entirely. Kid, come on, food is scarce, and wasting it like that is doing no one any good. He waves his hands a little, trying to stop her before it's too late and the damage is done.]

Wh-Whoa--yo, hey!! D-Don't stuff it in here like that, you'll ruin it! C'mon, kid, I worked real hard to make that, I want y'all to actually eat it! If y'don't like it, just give it back... [Or say so?! Lord, he won't take offense or anything, Guzma's no where near the level of an actual cook, he just sort of did whatever and it miraculously worked to come out pretty good.] I ain't no wizard, sweetheart, I just kinda tossed what we had together and baked it. That don't mean I didn't put a lotta effort into making sure it didn't burn, though...

[Look, he may be sulking a little bit. KID, IT TOOK HIM A LONG ASS TIME TO MAKE AND HE'S PROUD IT CAME OUT TASTY, DON'T WASTE HIS HARD WORK. :C]

[His gestures catch her attention, making her still her own hand and subsequently saving his meal from its terrible fate. It's clear by the look on her face she isn't getting what the big deal is. You have to save the food you like? This is normal? How's she going to share with her elf friends a week from now? So many questions.

Her eyes stay trained on him as she slowly places the food back on the ground and unfolds part of palm leaf.

Does this please you? Are you happy now???]

This is something I want to keep for a long time.

[Maybe when he turns around, she can sneak some into her bag.]

This kind of food tastes good.

[Kid, he's starting to get way more and more concerned about you - what kind of weirdass kid - a homeless (or so he thinks) kid at that - wastes a good meal like this? There's rationing, sure, but what she was doing is plain stupidity. It's going to spoil twice as fast now that it's cooked, if she tries to keep it anywhere that isn't refrigerated.

Guzma rubs a hand over his face, heaving a huge sigh and shaking his head. How does he explain this? Gently...which is hard, for him. He's as far from gentle as a circle is from a square. Okay...okay, let's make a fresh attempt here. Here goes nothing.]

Kid, it don't work like that. I'm glad y'all think it tastes good, but if you keep that for longer'n maybe a day - if that - it'll go bad, and tryin'a eat it after that will make y'all real sick.

'Sides, it'd make me happier if you ate it all, or as much as y'can right now, yeah? S'a compliment to the cook, when people eat a lot. Means y'all like it, and their hard work means something! And you can have this again, sweetheart, you just come over here and I'll whip up something for ya.

[The dubious look on her face betrays that, while she's listening intently to his 'don't put food in your bag' speech, she doesn't understand. Teaching dying kids about food safety wasn't a priority of the laboratory staff when she was under their care and the few tips she does know are the ones she figured out from trial and error. Don't eat the green stuff on bread, boil water for awhile, and avoid items chewed on by animals. Granted, meat is a new development. They never found that kind of stuff wandering around and she's not sure how to keep it. She'll have to confer with Taako about this revelation one day. Until then, it's a hoarder's life for her.

But even if she can't understand the reasoning he offers, the feeling is another story. It would make him happier to not save the meal, so she'll eat it now. She pops some veggies into her mouth and scrapes another bit of fish, taking care to avoid the bones he talked about earlier. This piece, instead of eating it, she puts into the palm of her hand and holds it up to him.]

Do you want to share?

[Sit down with her, friend. Take a break. Stop watching, get nomming. The odds of her being able to finish this meal in one sitting is extremely low anyway.]

Eating this kind of thing will make you happy too.

[Guzma sighs as he looks at the girl's face and realizes that so few of his words are sinking in. Welp, maybe another time he can...try again. Maybe. He's not exactly a patient person, and neither is her a good tutor. He's an excellent learner, but when he has to give advice and instruction - that's his flaw. He gets frustrated easily when people don't listen or get it wrong more than three times. He's not encouraging or kind. It's the reason he could never become a trial captain in Alola - he lacks the necessary compassion.

But, he's...learning. Slowly but surely, Guzma is learning to calm down, to reign in his anger and his worser emotions - to not let it get past the point where he could...actually injure someone. It's interactions like these that aid with that - quiet, calm instances where he can slow his roll and be a little more human. With a sigh and a tiny smile, Guzma moves toward Ren, reaching out to pick the piece of fish from her palm.]

...Alright, we'll share. [Of course, he'll try to make sure she eats a little more than half, but the rest he'll put away, easily.] 'Fraid I don't got much to drink, though. Probably could find a coconut or two if y'really need something to wash it down with.

It's okay. I can drink later.

[No sense in wasting the coconut on her. She has a source of water near her makeshift home and if she had a bit more foresight into how far her daily travels would take her, she would have brought some in her bag. Having constant source of fresh water is enough of a commodity though. Even the manapool is close enough to drink from, push come to shove.

Her attention back on the meal, she does the good ole 'Eat a piece, shove a piece toward Guzma' maneuver, moving between the fish and veggies as she wants. He's a bigger guy though and she does offer him larger portions of the fish.]

Did the cats help you get this food?

[Did you find some freaking cats friend?? Did they help you catch ocean fish? Where are the cats? That's the real question here.]

[UM???

Excuse you? Cats? Guzma coughs a little on the piece he had in his mouth, tilting his head and shaking his head to her next offered bite. His face screws up a little in confusion - this kid is seriously out there in terms of how the world works, and it's doing him a big concern. How and where the heck did she even grow up so she doesn't know what fishing is? And...how...it's done.]

Uh...no. I don't think there's any cats on this island, darlin' - none that I seen yet, anyway. I went fishing myself - I got a net and went out into the water and corralled 'em into it. [With the help of his water-type pokemon, and his spider pokemon that spun the thread he used to make the net, but...yeah.] Don't got no rod, so a net's the best I gotta use for now. ...Or a spear, if I get 'round to making one.

[Spear fishing is difficult, though - light refraction makes aiming a challenge to those not well learned in the ways.]

They're here. I met one. He's a good boy.

[It would be easy for someone to miss him, considering he doesn't have a typical cat form. A part of her wants to expand on that, let this guy know he doesn't need to worry about the distinct lack of cats, and all he has to do is look to a human in a purple sweater to find safety.

But it's supposed to be a secret, she thinks, and it's one she'll take to the grave, if it can help foster the trust between them. She takes a bite of the rejected piece of food and holds up what remains of the fish, waving it so it looks like it's swimming in the air.]

Like that? It just swims in? You can make them do that kind of thing?

[Still a bit skeptical, Guzma frowns, then horror drains his face of color at the realization - mother of Mew, she doesn't mean those horrendous shark-tiger creatures, does she?! Because are absolutely not good boys. They are the worst boys ever...and Guzma may have a few of their pelts he uses as blankets (with more to come thanks for the Drifter, who is a total bro. ♥).

He'll, uh...he'll have to ask about that later. If his poor heart can handle it. Guzma's not ready to think about this cute, sweet....r-rather airheaded girl surrounded by those awful critters, thanks.]

Well, not exactly. They don't just swim in there by themselves - they're a whole lot smarter'n that, yeah? Nah, I have my partner spook 'em enough to get 'em to go the way I want 'em to - which means into m'net and then right on into my belly after I cook 'em up. Takes a whole lotta time and a heck of a lotta patience...and planning. I don't always get a big catch like this, and it ain't always big fish I catch, neither. Gotta throw those back to get big 'nuff to eat.

But Golisopod gets a few of the raw wrigglers for himself, 'course, for putting in his two cents t'help out.

[Fishing is a term that she's heard around this island from time to time and while she's never seen it in person, this guy has given her a good idea of what that entails. It definitely explains why her fish catching attempt failed-namely because she stomped into the ocean and tried to grab one with her bare hands. No net, no partner-nothing.

It sounds easier to let a cat do it, honestly, and it surprises her they managed without the help of one. This guy is pretty talented.]

You're a fishing wizard.

[Sure, let's just throw out terms. She knows cooking wizards, why not a fishing wizard? She'll add little stars above the charcoal fish she draws on the side of his house today. A special mark to remember that he can fish.]

Golisopod isn't a cat? Is he your friend?

[R U SURE it's not a cat.]

[While hand-fishing is an actual practice some people still utilize, Guzma (were he privy to that happening) would have probably only corrected Ren's technique and not the action itself. Fishing is about patience, practice, and strategy. You're fighting against an animal that's fighting for its very life - you need to know how it will react and how you need to react to get the best results. Simply pulling on a rod or reeling in a net will land you nothing fast. Maybe he'll teach her some day.

Guzma chuckles again, he's never going to get over that little nickname. It's so sweet and innocent, lacking in the knowledge of how those things actually work. To a child, is probably does seem a lot like magic, doesn't it? He'd really like to keep that innocence, but at the same time, she really ought to learn a few skills - a few magic tricks - for herself. It'd be for her benefit, totally.]

Darlin', Golisopod's my best friend - my bro - and prob'ly the farthest thing from a cat that I got on my team. [Unless cats are nearly seven feet, 240+ pounds of hard shell and muscle, and have six arms - two of which that can pummel small boulders.] ...You wanna meet 'im?

[When the term best friend is thrown out, she becomes more receptive to idea. New people are scary. She would prefer her meetings to be with a bit of distance between her and whoever is about to show up. Or maybe they have shown up and that thought alone makes her twist, turning slightly to see if the aforementioned 'bro' is behind her.

Nothing's there, which is for the best. If anyone had been able to quietly sneak up on her, that would've sent her running and would've immediately dashed any chance of friendship between them. At least for a few days.]

Best friend.

[This guy fed her. Offered her more to eat in the future, which is a comfort in itself. Not only for her, but for the extra mouths back at camp. They could need it someday. Someone like that, who has treasure he shares and good stories about family, probably has like-minded, kind-hearted friends.

Probably.

So while she's nervous, there's a tentative nod on her end that shows she's willing enough. Yeah, bring him out. Might as well. There's some veggies left-let's share.]

Where's your-[pause]-bro now?

[ARE WE GOING ON AN ADVENTURE?? Can she pack up the food now??]

[Probably...though, to his credit, Guzma's pokemon are actually a lot more amiable than the majority of people he knew - human people, that is. Sadly, his so-called 'family' were a bunch of brutes and hoodlums, always getting into trouble and causing havoc where they went. He even had to remind a few of them to keep a low profile in certain areas, especially when they needed to go into town for supplies. It's never a fun time when the groceries forcibly close to keep you out, and the pantry is totally empty.

Golisopod and Ariados are among the two more calm, openly friendly of his pokemon to boot. Pinsir, despite its fierce looks, was actually very timid and shy, and Scizor - his newest - was rather serious most times. In all honesty, it's Masquerain who was the sassy, hot-headed, aggressive type. She loved to fight and to pick fights. He'd always have to pluck her out of danger before she got in over her head... Gosh, he really misses the lot of them...]

He's tucked up nice in his pokeball - prob'ly sleeping. He worked real hard to help me catch these fishies, yeah? But I think it's tme to wake the guy up, yeah? Can't have 'im sleeping all day. [Guzma reaches into an inner pocket of his hoodie and produces an Ultra Ball. The metallic sphere shines in the low sunlight, and Guzma tosses the ball up and down in his palm.] Mmh...listen, sweetheart--

[He can tell she's a bit nervous. It's not hard to see, she seized up at their first meeting too, and he's almost certain the sight of Golisopod will terrify her. So a bit of mental prep is probably in order.] Goli looks real scary - he's pretty big, too, bigger'n me even, but he's real nice. Actually likes kids like you a whole lot, so long as y'all are nice to 'im. ...Even if not a lotta girls like bugs. [He frowns, despite himself. Girls like the frou-frou insects like Butterfrees, Ledybas, and Cutieflys. The girly types, that don't look as scary or...gross. He scoffs, squeezing the ball a bit.]

If y'all get real spooked, you can hide behind me, yeah? Lemme know when you're ready and I'll let 'im out of his ball.

[Another treasure?

For a moment, she thinks that glint is from the medal he had shown her all those weeks ago. That some kind of secret friend was somehow hidden in it all along and maybe they only showed themselves when you touched it. Maybe it was like back in her world, where items would sometimes hold memories strong enough to overtake the person holding them, making them feel like the person was there. Like they were speaking to you. Like they were by your side, shoving fish into a net, when in reality they're just an echo of who they once were stuck in an old shoe.

That thought, as weird as it would sound to another person, calms her, but the explanation he offers sends her back to square one. It's a bug? A big bug? A big bug that likes kids, stuck in a weird metal container?

And he's going to let him out of the ball?

She doesn't answer right away and stands in front of him, one hand hovering over the ball in his hand like she's trying to find the edges of something out of her sight. It has to be bigger than it looks, right? Maybe the sun is blocking out what's underneath. She waves another hand below his. Nothing. Then to the sides it.

Nothing.]

He's in there?

[She's already getting nervous because what the heck? Let's just skip the middle man here and hide behind this weird white haired guy who's trying to convince her a giant is about to come out of something the size of a building block.]

Okay, you can show me. I won't be afraid of your 'bro'.

[She says, already hiding behind him and cautiously watching the ball.]

[Guzma snorts, hiding his laughter with a clearing of his throat and bits his lip to try not to grin too much. He simply can't help it, she's really cute, and this is the first time anyone ever tried to make sense of how a tiny little thing like a pokebll can contain an immense creature like, say...a Wailord or an Onix. Even Guzma only knows the basic of what happens in there - a pokemon's physical form is translated into data and compressed down enough to fit inside. It's...a lot of technical mumbo jumbo he doesn't get, but the gist is the same.]

Yeah, he's inside here. If I press the button on the front, or give it a toss like this--

[Guzma hurls the ball into the air, and it snaps open. He looks with a smile as Ren scuttles behind him - ah, he likes this this kid...and he knows Golisopod will adore her, too. He's always been good with kids playing on him, even when he meditates and they crawl all over him like the little hobgoblins they are. The ball snaps open after a moment, and a beam of red light shoots out of it, growing and shifting until it forms the shape of a the large insect. While not a giant, the pokemon is indeed bigger than Guzma by a good five or six inches, and Guzma wasn't kidding...he looks plenty scary, with all those legs and claws and pointy bits of his shell.

Golisopod, however, rumbles softly, his head nodding forward and back as he struggles to keep himself upright. Those huge, clawed hands balance him a little, but...not much. He's still asleep.]

Yo, Goli, c'mon!! Wake up, man, where are y'all's manners?! We got company! [The pokemon jerks to attention with a start, then shakes its head to try and rouse itself. Uttering a huge yawn, the pokemon looks around curiously for its master, and the 'guest' he spoke about, leaning forward to peer around the man, antennae twitching.]

[WHOA THERE!!!! GUY!!! YA BOI IS BIG!!!

Nothing is there and then something is there and while her eyes are trained onto that giant creature, her mind wanders back to the ball. That ball? Held this bug? A glowing light is all it took for it come into existence and it's not entirely dissimilar to the way malicious thoughts appear. They come from nothing too. So it makes sense and she's able to sorta wrap her mind around the logic and accept sometimes things just appear. This bug just appears and-

That's fine.

Even with prep, its appearance startles her in every sense of the word-the manner and actual creatre. She can't say he didn't warn her, but it's unexpected. She's never seen anything like this before.

Taking the opportunity to hide behind him earlier was a wise move, it seems, and she takes another step back for good measure. This is what we call stunned silence, friend.]

[But she promised to be brave because this is his 'bro'. He caught food for them. She said she wouldn't be scared and she can muster up some tiny bits of courage to make that possible.

Maybe if she pictures it as a cat-

And she can't. There's no part of it that looks like one and as it tries to find her, she cautiously pokes her head around this guy as well.

He's not making any jerky movements. There's no indication that he's going to attack. She listens close for any growls or cries and none hit her ears. All good signs, but she remains wary. New animals can be finicky. Even cats would sometimes puff up at strangers. While she assesses how this is gonna go down, she doesn't step out from behind him. Not fully. Not yet.

After a few tense, silent moments on her end, she makes one very important remark.]

Your bro has 'shades' like you. Purple ones.

[In case you didn't .......notice.........here u go.]

[Oh dear, that is quite the reaction indeed. Guzma was readying for it, but to suddenly have a little girl ducking behind him and clinging like a Komala is a bit much. He almost feels tempted to recall his pokemon, give the timid child some peace, but instead peers down at her over his shoulder puts a hand on her back - to keep her grounded, and to ascertain the fact that he's right here. Nothing's gonna happen.

In fact, Golisopod notices just how frightened the child is of him and takes a few steps back himself, folding his large and heavy arms as he sits down slowly and calmly and waits instead for the little one to come to him. He's patient - worlds more so than his companion, Ariados. Arceus knows the child would race to the top of the mountain if she was out, in all her energetic, overly friendly glory. No, Golisopod shifts himself into a crouching position and waits, cleaning his face and his antennae with thinner, more noodly arms.]

He won't hurt you, darlin', see? He's probably gonna go right back to sleep if I let 'im, and--[Wait what? Shades? Like--oh...ohm that's precious. What a precious child. Guzma snorts, barking out a brief laugh before he shakes his head.] Yeah, I guess they look like that, don't they? But that's just part'a his face - Golisopod's got feelers what help 'em pry open shellfish like Shellder n' Clamperl to eat...and the, uh...rims, I guess - they help keep salt-water outta his eyes when he swims, yeah?

[He, uh...he won't go into detail about the second eyelid. That'd be a bit much for her to comprehend.]

[The hand on her back startles her, but the distraction of a giant bug in her line of sight eases her reaction to only a shudder and that's it. She doesn't mind in the moments after, when Goli sits down and starts moving his little arms(???) in a way that's almost cute. It reminds her of a cat washing its face and that makes it better. Way better. And the steady hand behind her is something she's grateful for, and thinks Seto might like it too, because it feels like nothing can sneak up on her, for once.

And she listens to that explanation, soaking in every bit of information about his family.]

It's like that? He's a good fish too.

[A fish or a bug?? Por que no lost dos-hello fishbug Goli. After another second of watching, she gets an idea for this interaction. Instead of approaching outright, she leans over her bag and shoves her hand inside, though she eyes the leftover food like she's contemplating shoving it in there while it's open. Maybe after this.

Instead, she takes something out of it and heads over to Goli. It takes her a moment to to settle on a spot where she can stand, and run from easily if anything goes wrong, and she holds a flower above her head.

And waves it. Like a toy?? A cat toy?? Maybe he'll bat at it?? Here, goligoli?? Who's a good bean??]

[It really isn't dissimilar to a cat. Golisopod cleans his antennae slowly and carefully - they're what help him smell and sense sound vibrations, after all - and only stops when the small girl approaches him. Guzma snorts again, trying not to laugh. Holy smokes, this is perhaps the most entertaining person he had to explain a pokemon to, and he's actually not at all irritated or exasperated by it. Ren's innocence and childlike wonder makes her incorrect assumptions endearing and funny.]

Golisopod's not a fish, sweetheart, he's a bug. A bug what can swim real good, yeah? In the wild, pokemon like 'im don't live in the water, just close to it.

[Golisopod watches Ren and tilts his head with a curious rumble, leaning forward a bit to see what she's looking for in her bag. Usually, Guzma keeps treats and tasty food in his, so he's a little excited, the feelers on his face wriggling as his mouth hangs open a bit.

It's not a treat, but a flower, and he blinks slowly as she wriggles the flower in front of him. He looks at Guzma, who snickers into his fist, and then reaches out with his large, clawed arm slowly and takes the flower gently from Ren to hold the stem carefully between his long and pointed claws. It's insane, just how gentle he's being, handling the delicate bloom with the utmost care. It has been said that Golisopod are really just gentle giants, unless threatened, and Guzma's is a true ambassador of his species' calm and placid temperament.

The huge insect looks at the flower a moment or two before tucking it into Ren's hair, close to her ear. It's not right there - human anatomy is peculiar to a pokemon - but he's seen his Trainer do something similar a few times, in his life, for girls and such. It's quite a popular thing to do, actually, in Alola.]

Heh, see that? He likes you.

[This is how it was, maybe, before everyone died.

Before the angry emotions of the dead became sentient in a way Ren never understood. Maybe before they were corrupted, if they were even there to begin with, they were like this creature. A weird fish bug that places flowers in the hair of whoever stands in front of them. Maybe people were like the guy behind her, urging others to conquer their fears with a steady hand and kind words.

Maybe it was like that and while she'll never know for sure, it offers a glimpse into a world she never thought she would get to see. Lup called her pretty and put flowers in her hair. Goli likes her and did the same. There's a special meaning his actions and it's one she appreciates more than any other gesture. She doesn't move the flower and only reaches up to keep it in place. It'll be there until it dries out and falls to the ground.]

I like-[Goli...sopud? Golispord? Eh.]-your bro too.

[And if this is what Goli does to those he likes, then she's got a few more for him to play with for someone he cares about more than her. She hobbles back to her open bag and pulls out a colorful flower, holding it up to him and shaking it again. Then she adds-]

This is for your family. You can put this one in his hair.

[Does Goli understand?? Will he do it?? Only time will tell and Ren hopes he gets it. Guzma deserves to have hair flowers.]

[Golisopod seems rather proud of himself, rumbling softly, almost like a purr, and folds his more spindly, thin arms together as he leans down over Ren to look more closely at her and inspect his handiwork. It's hard to tell with all his hard, rough features, but he seems happy she's kept the flower. He even leans far down enough to nudge her shoulder gently with his head, the feelers around his mouth tickling her skin affectionately. Guzma can't help but smile warmly at the two. Never would have thought a sweet thing like this kid would take so fast to his big, brawny pokemon... But, then again, Golisopod was a marshmallow - big guy is terrifying only when he has to be.

But he blinks, face blanching as Guzma looks at Golisopod when he takes the second flower and looks his way with a devilish glint in his eyes, lumbering over towards him with purpose.]

Goli, no. Don't you dare-- [Guzma all but dances away from his pokemon, who gurgles a sound like a laugh, chasing his trainer around their stove, mouth hanging open in a playful grin.] C'mon, man, bug o--hgrk!

[Grabbing at the man's hood, Golisopod yanks Guzma to him with his claws and sticks the flower right into the cloud that is Guzma's hair, like it was growing there all along, and throws his head back to bellow a horrendous laugh, waving his arms wildly as Guzma glowers at him.

BRUH.]

:// makin' bacon pancakes, that's what we're gonna make

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