Swimming - Kero Kero Bonito

"Bwahaha!!"

More laughter echoes through the room as Archie plucks a Pokéball from the belt clip. He tosses it into the air, and out comes his Muk. An unpleasant aroma fills the air as the Pokémon cries out angrily.

"Wouldn't dare dissapoint now, would I? Who d'ya take me fer?"

A wave of his hand, and the Poison-type starts preparing a Sludge Wave to toss at the opposing Sylveon.

Of course he does.

Again, maybe she should be scared. Maybe she shouldn't be staying here and responding to his laugh with a chuckle of her own. Maybe she should just leave and leave the world saving situation to the Champion.

"Kind of expected that, yeah!"

Her PokèBall was thrown in the air one last time before she finally released her Sylveon, who laaaazily stretched as soon as he landed on the battlefield-to-be. So calm.

"Try to be at least a little bit better than your grunts, okaaaay?"

Idly moving about a rubber Ducklett in the tub with his hand.

"Warned ya." Can't kick him out for this then, right? He leans in closer... and bites his neck.

What's with this tension lads.

"What?"

He's leaning closer. Let's pretend he's doing it to assert dominance or whatever.

"Scared?"

"Holy fuck that's the coolest Wooper I've ever seen--"

"Well. Good fer ya?"

Archie shifts in the tub, looking over the brim briefly. No Wooper-- "Wait, pink?"

Yeah that's all he got from that sentence. He sighs, allowing himself to slide back in the water. "I'm kinda stuck here, lassy. But if I see him I'll send him uh. Out o' the door I guess? I'll ask 'im real nicely."

' Oh It just comes out like that. I dont mean to say it. Crabapples! Is another one I yell a lot. Just slips out"

She tiltes her head.

"Well..ya see the thing is..I was playing hide and Seek with Peachy pie...And I thought he might have come in here...have you seen a pink wooper with a boy tie and a blank look on his face like he just made Arceus weep?"

"...I have like. Legs too, yanno."

"..."

This ain't getting anywhere. Now he just feels even shittier and he's getting riled up. "...Well. What do you know, anyway?"

Guess he was wrong when he thought Guzma would understand. He huffs, cheekfins flared out and wiggling in annoyance. This fucking guy.

He's not liking this discussion. Like. Not one bit. Finally stopping his constant dangling, Guzma now puts his head on his open palm, resting his elbow on a leg as he avoids eye contact. If you're not talkin' to 'em, how the fuck d'ya know they're doin' fine?, he thought -- the same words he mentally yelled at himself during his own three months hiatus from the whole team leading thing.

…nah, this is different. With Skulls, he was the problem. Guzma doesn't think it out of self-deprecation, he was the only one on board with Lusamine's stuff. This was a group of lunatics who wanted to flood the world from day 1! It's different. There's no parallels here.

"Yeah well.

Ya never know."

Stay vague Guzma, stay annoyed.

"Ehh, not questioned tha' much."

He must admit that he'd expected way more questions about the fish part. But he'd only really had a handful of people ask about that-- or him in general. For some it was violence on sight instead.

"Thank ya f'r bein' kind." A nod as his Pokémon all start munching outside of the bathroom (way too cramped in here otherwise).

"As f'r questions... Shoot. I'll try t'answer what I can."

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Cataleya thinks for a moment before nodding. "Think I can manage that. Be back in a bit..."

The trek to and from the kitchen takes a little while, but she returns with food and some bowls for his Pokemon as promised. It's econo kibble in a big bag, so nothing fancy, but it'll ensure his team is fed.

"Now...I'm sure you've been questioned about all sorts of things by this point, but I have some of my own. Can't blame a girl for being curious when someone like you is being hidden away in her friend's bathroom, yeah?" she asks, mouth quirking in a mischievous grin.

"I'll even answer some questions, too, if I can."

"...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!..."

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

@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."