"..." Why's Everyone So Fucking Rude To Him (save For Like. 3 People)? He Visibly Deflates, Allowing

"...I have like. Legs too, yanno."

"Keep 'em? That's generous of ya. I hope I won't be needin' them soon, though, but it might take a bit."

So they knew who he was. Doesn't surprise him too much, but still. He figured he'd introduce himself anyway. "Yer Ree, righ'? The Champ?"

Could probably kick his ass. Not that he was worried about it too much. He was a changed man, and tried his best to be good... even if it was hard sometimes.

“I know who you are.”

Ree thinks about tossing the bottle, but … they’ve got no depth perception, and they wouldn’t be able to accurately throw it. So they step forward and place it on the bedside— keeping a safe but respectable distance.

“… here. They should help, or somethin. Take two at first if it really hurts.”

A pause. Ree’s chest itches a little bit.

“You can keep it. You pro’lly need it more than me.”

familiar: has my muse met any other aquatic mythological beings? which ones? did they get along with them? why or why not?

also kyogre doesnt count

"Fuck you Kyogre should count." A beat. "Anyway. Yeah. Lots o' 'em. Kraken is my fav. The rest wanted to stab and or kill me." He frowns. "Pretty much nothin' gets along down there bud."

changed the blog theme to something else for now so my pages are accessible ))

"I'd say hi to them, I s'pose."

If they wanted to see him, sure. In the end, this talk's just making him dizzy. And kinda warm? He's sweating bullets-- Ah. Fever's back. Yippie. No wonder he's being so vulnerable with this other Team Leader.

"...I want t'be a better guy. An' I think I am, if even jus' a li'l bit, but..." He leans back against the backboard of the bed. Whew. Dizziness isn't going away.

"If they're thriving withou' me... Who am I to interfere 'gain? They deserve t'move on from me, and all the shit I did."

…shiiit, fuck you, man. Don't get relatable. Frowning, Guzma lifted an eyebrow as the other kept on rambling about needing a good beating and and past adventures with his Team.

"Well fuck. Ya ain't even gonna tell 'em hi, now?

I dunno. Nobody's forcin' ya apart, right."

Oh, how hypocritical of you, Guzma.

Archie lets out a soft gasp at the push, staring in bewilderment for a split second, before his grin reappears.

So they were doing this.

Thankfully he's healing up just fine, so he has less of an issue shifting his tail into legs. Still, the cheekfins and sharp teeth remain. Was it because he thought it looked cool? Or was it because it was still a bit of an effort to shift back to a human form fully? Doesn't matter much.

Still... He's not gonna be forced down so easily. He refuses to give up without a fight.

So he gently reaches for Guzma's sides, before suddenly and roughly trying to roll over on the bed so he comes out on top.

Well fuck. He got you there bug boy.

"Shut the fuck--!", he starts, any complaints muffled in the umpteenth kiss. And hairpull.

…okay. We're gonna sit here and let the fish manhandle us for much longer, Guzma? Absolutely fucking not. Still keeping contact and not really caring if that would lead to a much harsher grip on either his throat or hair ( whatever, man, it's not like he doesn't like it! ), obe of Guzma's hands pressed harshly on the other's chest, pushing him down - taking control of the situation.

"Yeah I tutor the Kahuna's grandkid. What 'bout it?"

He clears his throat nervously, before plapping his cheeks.

"Ne'ermind. Err..." Just say it. C'mon, this is so unlike you. "Jus' noticed the device you're tinkerin' with. Was curious 'bout it. I do some tinkerin' myself, too. Always down t'learn more techniques, tho'." He pulls out his phone. It looks highly modified, pretty professionally done, too.

"Been wonderin' how to improve this thing further."

"Uh... yeah, sure."

Weirdo. Sonia glances over her shoulder at the device she's been tinkering with, then back down to her device. Then... sheesh, he's not going away, is he? "...Can I help you with something?"

Wtf is going on inside Shady House right now. Should he be worried.

humans: what is my muse’s view on humans? do they like them? fear them? indifferent toward them?

for the merfolk… 

"Love 'em." A grin as he shifts on the bed, hands behind his head as he rests against the headboard. "They're just so... What's the word. Silly? Goofy? Fuckin' wild? They have all these crazy inventions--" A frown. "Some of them I do hate, I must say. Who the fuck thought beds 're comfortable. Who invented cars. Who invented gluten." He just wants to talk.

"They're also a lo' friendlier than the creatures in the depths. At least most humans don't stab first and ask questions later, yanno?"