"It's My Month!!!"

"Nah dude, I jus' enjoy me a good fight sometimes."

This guy was a little dense, huh.

"...No? --Are ya tellin' me that?" Wow, rude. "I meant the Team Leader thing. Not the fish part. Bein' here makes me kinda miss it, yanno? --Not that I'm startin' again. Nuh-uh. Once was 'nough fer me-- I jus' mean I miss the family feel."

...and now he's laughing? He's laughing. Cool. He got a fuckin' masochist mermaid.

"...ya want to get punched?!"

...I mean. Mood. Sure. Okay. Felt. Sometimes you really gotta throw hands, but c'mon now.

"...understand.

You're tellin' me I smell like fish or somethin--"

"I don' really like flyin' either."

Okay, he slowed down a tad. Still going waaaay too fast for his liking though.

"Why do we need to get to the malasada shop this fast??? Ya worried they're running out o' them???"

Vicious let out a chuckle at that.

"You know we get there faster if we speed, right? Besides, I'm a good driver, never crashed or hit anything."

At the I'll walk comment he did slow down a bit, taking some pity on his company. "Better? If you prefer I can lend you Coviknight for you to ride."

He's about to say something, but that'd totally ruin the moment, so he closes his mouth again.

Still, his expression probably says enough. He's literally pouting like a sore loser. If it weren't for these wounds...

Archie huffs, but soon enough he's pulled back in, the marking causing him to let out a groan. He feels a little useless, though, being stuck without much movement options. Maybe they could have another round when he was feeling better. Wait what?

The Aqua opts to pull Guzma closer, one hand roughly cupping his face and tugging him into another bitey smooch.

Yeah, nah. We're not moving anymore. As soon as Archie dared to try and get back on top, the same hand that until then was busy holding the former Aqua's jaw moved on his chest, all while its twin still tried to lift his shirt, making sure he wouldn't try anything weird.

Just as he realizes that, all things considered, he won that little match, Guzma finally dares to smirk, breaking the kiss with the umpteenth bite just to hiss at the scratches on his back, breathing against the other's lips before once again pushing himself against neck, leaving yet another mark on it.

At this point, he might as well keep on playing this game, yeah?

"Oh, neat."

He trusts Plumeria with this kind of stuff. She had shown a lot of knowledge about this kind of thing, after all.

"I'll take some, then. Feel free to retrieve 'em whenever, though." They don't care if it hurts? Archie is usually the same, honestly. He could tell them it's not the best thing to do, but. That'd be super hypocritical of him. "...Mind givin' it t'me?" A beat. "Or ya could toss it t'me, I guess."

Didn't wanna make them uncomfortable. He can read the room. "My name's Archie, by the by."

“It’s fine. These are the same kind sis wanted to get you. I don’ think you’re allergic”

if he doesn’t want it, that’s fine, but… Ree is trying to do something nice. Despite their anxiety and knowing that this guy keeps picking fights with their dad and upset one of their best friends. They’re trying to be nice.

“I always got a stock up of stuff. I have enough for me for a while. Besides, I don’ care if it hurts. It just gets in my way sometimes.”

They’re not moving any closer.

He's just sleeping peacefully, despite being a little cramped in this bathtub, when suddenly-- Thonk!

"..." He slowly opens his eyes, squinting at the figure in the doorway. This was not the nice(?) lady who helped him out, but instead... some dude, staring down at him.

The piece of paper is floating in the water, getting soggy... He grabs it, and without a word throws it, aiming at Guzma's face.

@nolongeraqualeader

Plumeria has told you there is a fish guy in her private bathtub. When you go look, there IS actually a fish guy in there. He's currently asleep, snoozing half submerged in water with a pained expression on his face. Plumes had attempted to patch him up with bandages, her knowledge of medicine coming in handy, but was it enough? He briefly stirs, shark-like tail twitching slightly and splashing some water out of the tub. Seems like he's out for a bit more, unless someone wakes him up?

Well fuck me running there sure is a fish guy in the bathtub. At this point, would anything surprise him? Anything at all? He saw enough whacky shit in his life-- nah, fuck it, in the past decade alone, to not even make him particularly surprised.

He's kind of. Just staring at this point. An eyebrow up, a rolled piece of paper thrown up and down, his head tilted slightly on the side as he leans on the side of the door.

...and then throws it at his head.

"Wakey wakey."

Whatever. Let's deal with the umpteenth bullshit, too.

80% of the ocean is unexplored by YOU GUYS. i've seen the whole thing

"...Y'know you're allowed to say somethin' else than 'Oh beans' right."

What even is this team he's ended up in the middle of. "Like, yanno, 'Holy shitballs' 'r summin."

A sigh, clawed hand resting on the injury he sustained earlier this week.

"Still-- Ain't this the admin's bathroom? I would've kicked ya out o' the team if I found ya in my private room back then."

" Im notnsure biteing them will make my pockets any bigger....plus I dont know where they have been.."

She didnt even register the tsil at first.

"Like why cant i put my hand in my pocket! Sure its an excuse to use a REALLY cute Buneary backpack but like I wanna use a pocket too!..."

Processing

Processing

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"OH BEANS! You have a fish tail! Neat!"

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 guess it's up to the Tapu to decide who's Kahuna. I frankly think it's bullshit."

Forcing people into roles like that? Not cool man.

"Though I doubt the Tapu care if people wanna have that responsibility t'begin with."

A shrug. "At least with bein' Champ you kinda choose that life, right? It's somethin' you aim for."

“You kidding? I already get enough grief from people about bein’ champ. I’d never hear the end of it if Bulu decided to make a funny joke and force me into a kahuna position.”

Hau’s situation isn’t theirs to gossip. They keep that shit to themself.

“Nah. I’d make a shit kahuna, anyway. Nanu’s already… like that, so.”

They’re babying their bad leg, trying to keep weight off of it. They don’t have their cane on them.

“Yeah. I went to Kanto for a tourney. I won, and then I got to meet moltress.”

@punkbites // Continued;

"Funny? I ain't no clownfish now, am I?"

He doesn't like this guy's attitude right now. Cheekfins flare up a little at the accusatory point in his direction, but he doesn't make much more of a move other than that.

"...Might take a bit."

Not a lie. He heals incredibly slow. Most merfolk do.

"I'll pay y'all back somehow fer this. Promise." That might have come out wrong. "In a positive way, I mean."