"..." Casually Throws It Back Through The Hole. "Well Are Ya Havin' Fun?"

i feel like archie got loaned a switch and is currently addicted to like. Pokémon Crossing or something cause he ain't working with me ))

He has no idea why he went for the neck honestly. Maybe it was a powermove? Either way, he easily breaks skin (have you seen his teeth???), before pulling back. He might have held back his full biting power for this cause like. Yeah that'd be too much.

"...There ya go."

He can feel the tight grip on that headboard, you know. It causes him to smirk as he leans back against it. "Well, what did ya think?"

Okay, here he goes! We'll see how hard mr.fish can truly bite, bet this little baby pussy won't do sh--

--WHY IS HE GOING FOR THE NECK.

He expected him to bite the arm-- it's THERE, it's RIGHT THERE! Guzma immediately tenses up, eyes widening, jaw clenching to keep in any noise other than-- fuck's sake was that a growl. No no no no fuck you Guzma shut up. Stay there, grab him-- you're holding too tight to that goddamn headboard.

besties what the fuck.

"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.

"I saw you on TV, scamp. Champion's match, right?"

That had been Ree, right? Did he remember wrong? "I might be a fish but I keep up with the news, heh. And yeah, I know about the Tapu bein' a li'l shit. More o' a Fini guy m'self, if ya catch my drift. Though, to be honest? They're all kinda weird."

He had never met them in person, but he heard stories about the Tapu.

“Yeah, po town. The town the tapu cursed to never stop raining. Sis said you were from here, right? From Alola. You gotta know about that… right?”

They shift on their feet, trying to stave the hurt that they’re going to feel pretty soon.

“You don’t gotta patronize me though. You haven’t seen me battle or nothin. You wouldn’t be able to tell. It’s fine.”

"If ya dare come closer... Or are ya too scared?"

Hm. He really feels like chomping now.

...this could get interesting, actually.

"We're bold today, are we, fishbreath?"

WE'RE SWINGING WE'RE SWINGING-

"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.”

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.

archie muse is high rn so like this for a starter! ))

drops plotting call on the dash while I probably go make dinner (please like and i'll dive into ur dms for plotting) ))

@livingshinycharm has a solution to boredom: Pushes a paddle ball under the door toward the tub.

"..." Well, he appreciates the effort, even if he'd rather not leave the tub right now. Maybe he'd pick it up later? "Thanks, scamp."