[Guzma's silent as he studies Hau, still having not a single damn clue what he's talking about. His island trial...wasn't something he so freely talked to anyone about, and while he's opened up to Hau in the past, it's never been like that. Not to mention that bit about a league? What league..?
Golisopod seems to sense the unease in Guzma, his cross-shaped eyes looking to his trainer, then to Hau as if trying to decide what to do. Usually Guzma and himself are far more in sync, but it seems even this has Guzma out of wack, and with it Golisopod. The low rumble from the giant isopod is enough to pull Guzma out of his thoughts.]
...Nah.
[He shakes his head, then shrugs with an eerie smile.]
We never talked about that.
[Suddenly Guzma steps forward to grab at Hau himself. His fist grasping the front of the kid's shirt, lifting him up by it. He doesn't say anything, just stares at Hau as he is seemingly assessing him—appraising him through both staring him down and the weight of him in his hold. His eyes scanning over Hau's face, then looking at the shirt grasped in his hand, his brow furrowing before releasing that hold, letting Hau fall.
His hands find their place in his pockets once more as he begins to speak once again, staring down at Hau with an eerie calmness.]
I don't know what's going on, but I ain't likin' it.
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Golisopod seems to sense the unease in Guzma, his cross-shaped eyes looking to his trainer, then to Hau as if trying to decide what to do. Usually Guzma and himself are far more in sync, but it seems even this has Guzma out of wack, and with it Golisopod. The low rumble from the giant isopod is enough to pull Guzma out of his thoughts.]
...Nah.
[He shakes his head, then shrugs with an eerie smile.]
We never talked about that.
[Suddenly Guzma steps forward to grab at Hau himself. His fist grasping the front of the kid's shirt, lifting him up by it. He doesn't say anything, just stares at Hau as he is seemingly assessing him—appraising him through both staring him down and the weight of him in his hold. His eyes scanning over Hau's face, then looking at the shirt grasped in his hand, his brow furrowing before releasing that hold, letting Hau fall.
His hands find their place in his pockets once more as he begins to speak once again, staring down at Hau with an eerie calmness.]
I don't know what's going on, but I ain't likin' it.