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[yallstupid]

[The sound of rushing waves is not something Guzma expected to hear as he slowly came into consciousness. For a moment, even through the haze of his still waking mind, he almost expects to have come home, back to Alola, but the blazing sun above, the hot sand at his back, and the cool lick of clear seawater at his feet tells him otherwise. It's too quiet to be anywhere in Alola... Tourist line the beaches even in the early hours - exercising, walking, enjoying the stunning views of the rising sun...

This is different.

Yet...familiar.

Rolling over to his side, Guzma picks himself up, and isn't at all surprised to find a backpack with his name etched into it. Haha...well now. Guess this place still had some need of him. He searches not the backpack, but first his pockets, and spits a curse all over again. Two...just two. Of course he wouldn't be lucky enough to keep the third, like in Havenwell. Not here. Nothing here ever comes easy. He'll see who was kept and who was left behind in due time, but he knows the weight of Golisopod's pokeball, it's always with him. His partner through thick and thin....inseparable through everything the multiverse throws at them. Hah.

He dusts the sand out of his hair and clothes, sighing as he shoulders the bag and picks out the familiar stone, giving it a tap with his finger before he clicks his tongue. What time is it? Who the hell knows? Guzma doesn't give a damn - he's been woken up by this thing time and time again, so it's high time he repaid the favor.]

Yo, yo, yo - it's ya boy. Guess me n' them islands not done our song and dance, yeah? Roll call, public of Enso - chime in what who's still living the ding dang dream.

[And as he walks, beelining for the mana pool to head to his old islet home (and evict anyone who may have taken up residence), he's keeping an eye out for...certain people.]

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[yallstupid]

Y'all are too much...

[He sighs, but it's with a sort of crooked half smile. Honestly, this sort of thing is...not unwelcome, and not even that unexpected anymore, especially from the Drifter. They've always been like this - giving, kind, compassionate...way more than Guzma feels he deserves. He pinches the bridge of his noses and massages the space between his eyes, slowly, as his smile grows.]

M'gonna have a laundry list a mile long of what I gotta do to make it up to you, y'know. Anyway, if you're gonna let me sleep over, then lead the way, I guess. I'll come back to this tomorrow with a real gameplan.

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[They're not sure what he means by that. Too much. Too much, when they've been, categorically, not enough in every way it's possible to be. Not enough to stop the dissolution of a world. Not enough to keep people from leaving. Not enough for...a lot of things.]

nothing is owed
have the room

[It's a two-person house, after all. Even when the Knight occupied it alone, it was too large for them.]

[The Drifter nonetheless turns to lead the way, if he won't protest any further.]

[yallstupid]

[But just enough to be an incredible friend for a sad and lonely individual.

Guzma purses his lips, reigning in the foot in mouth syndrome that nearly made him slip a naughty word in his response, but he relents with a heavy sigh and follows them out and to wherever it is they're currently keeping. The fresh air is certainly freeing, and a harsh reminder how much work needs to be done.]

Yo, at least let me cook for you, homie.

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[This is not the first time that someone has said that they would cook for them - one doesn't get to be friends with Muffet without that being practically compulsory - but the forceful nature of the insistence still takes them off guard for a moment.]

[Only a moment.]

if desired?

[They understand, at least, the need to press back against a sense of debt. Though they have long since given up on trying to keep track of what is owed between them and anyone else...they understand. They do.]

[yallstupid]

[There's a sigh there, and Guzma rubs his face a little, though he can't help the smile as they walk. It's small, and lasts but a moment, but it's there. It's funny, how this push and pull sort of things goes...he'd never offer anything in return for something free - be it a favor or an item. It just goes to show he's changed, a little.]

Yeah, I need the practice, and I want to. Won't be nothing fancy, but it'll be food. [Edible, he means. Tasty to a degree, but he's no chef, just can follow a recipe, or throw things in a pan that make sense and it comes out halfway decent.]

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then
ok

need ingredients?

[They do have that whole garden out near the place they've been staying in, though it is primarily flowers. Some of them might be edible. Nonetheless, if it's something Guzma wants to do, they're happy to allow for it.]

[They can recognize the compulsion to do something with the sourceless, nervous energy, even if it's just cooking.]

[yallstupid]

Mm...I might, but let's see what y'all got before I make any big decisions, yeah?

[Hell, if worse comes to worst, he can have Golisopod do some fishing for them real quick. The big water bug is much better at deep diving and spear-fishing with those enormous claws than the two of them combined, probably. And, if the Drifter's amenable to it, they could always hunt and butcher a Bludroc... Guzma's curious about maybe making some stock out of the bones afterward.

Regardless, it'll be a thing they'll figure out when they get there. Keeping in step with his friend, Guzma follows, standing a little straighter than he usually does, and looking...less grumpy on top. It's nice to have company for the night.]