[Guzma hums thoughtfully, rubbing the back of his neck, unable to bring himself to tell Ren the truth - about what 'punk' actually means. I mean, it can be a term of endearment, all his idiot grunts were punks and misfits, but he adored the whole lot of them. Most times, anyway. Hopefully this Seto kid isn't easily insulted, or as blissfully unaware as Ren is, about how the world actually works, in an everyday setting.
But he listens to her go on, and while he does wrinkle his nose - sorry, but your boy here doesn't get touchy-feely with very many people, just those he likes and trusts. Holding hands isn't a thing he does, not often, and it's perhaps only been to the two young girls in his life that he has held anyone's hands, barring when he was a very small child, that is. It's the last sentence that really has him pausing, turning away with a soft huff, red burning up his cheeks.
An anchor, huh? Like him....lord, that was just meant to be a silly thing, not some deeper meaning or whatever. It's weird, because he's the one who said it first of all, so Guzma can't deny it. And...w-well, he is sort of like an anchor - solid, sturdy, and keeps things in place...safe from drifting off into an endless sea. Of course, he'd combat that mentality to hell and back, but--
He didn't become a team boss, a beloved one, for nothing.]
Tch...you keep saying a lotta weird things 'bout me, kid. But whatever, I'll take your little friend in if he ever shows up.
[MAYBE. Guzma knows better than to hope for anyone to show up - he's older, thus more knowledgeable - but he won't actually break the news to Ren that her hopes are...in vain. Sort of like how searching for his missing pokemon is useless - they're not here. They're home, waiting for him. That's why he has to survive. So he can return to them. In that sense, maybe they are the same sort of foolish dreamer.]
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[Guzma hums thoughtfully, rubbing the back of his neck, unable to bring himself to tell Ren the truth - about what 'punk' actually means. I mean, it can be a term of endearment, all his idiot grunts were punks and misfits, but he adored the whole lot of them. Most times, anyway. Hopefully this Seto kid isn't easily insulted, or as blissfully unaware as Ren is, about how the world actually works, in an everyday setting.
But he listens to her go on, and while he does wrinkle his nose - sorry, but your boy here doesn't get touchy-feely with very many people, just those he likes and trusts. Holding hands isn't a thing he does, not often, and it's perhaps only been to the two young girls in his life that he has held anyone's hands, barring when he was a very small child, that is. It's the last sentence that really has him pausing, turning away with a soft huff, red burning up his cheeks.
An anchor, huh? Like him....lord, that was just meant to be a silly thing, not some deeper meaning or whatever. It's weird, because he's the one who said it first of all, so Guzma can't deny it. And...w-well, he is sort of like an anchor - solid, sturdy, and keeps things in place...safe from drifting off into an endless sea. Of course, he'd combat that mentality to hell and back, but--
He didn't become a team boss, a beloved one, for nothing.]
Tch...you keep saying a lotta weird things 'bout me, kid. But whatever, I'll take your little friend in if he ever shows up.
[MAYBE. Guzma knows better than to hope for anyone to show up - he's older, thus more knowledgeable - but he won't actually break the news to Ren that her hopes are...in vain. Sort of like how searching for his missing pokemon is useless - they're not here. They're home, waiting for him. That's why he has to survive. So he can return to them. In that sense, maybe they are the same sort of foolish dreamer.]