[In his right mind? No, he would certainly not, but Guzma is tired, it's later than he intended to be awake, and he is starting to lose a bit of his coherency. It's been...very eventful, even in the last few minutes. Too many emotions, too many thoughts, too much energy put into things he didn't want to experience tonight, after everything he's been put through.
He's not put off, leaning a bit into the girl for support himself. The pan is still hot, so he holds it up and out a little, so as not to touch their clothes or skin, lest it burn either of them. The pokedex she gives back to him is set under his pillow, for safe keeping. He can't bend over to set it down, otherwise their food will spill everywhere - his coordination right now is too poor.
Yawning, he offers Luna the makeshift chopsticks, rubbing his face with his palm once she takes them. He nods to her compliment about the cocoa, not really hearing it, otherwise he'd preen and go on about his favored hot beverage and the best way and place that prepares it. Instead, he just blinks, lifting his head when he begins to nod a bit.]
Huh? Oh...uh. Y'can eat now, I guess. Just don't eat n'drink that together...it don't go good t'gether. [His words slur together, a sign of his fatigue, and Guzma hums a bit before stretching.] Blow on 'em a bit first though...
[Did he tell her that already? Maybe. He forgets.]
[ she half hears him and half doesn't-- everything is moving slowly in her mind. Exhausted, the little trainer sips on her cocoa, which only serves to bring out a great yawn and a small eyerub. Did he say to blow on the mushrooms? She does, and she even does it twice, since she's pretty sure he asked her to do it two times, and then eats it.
It's...good, but she doesn't like mushrooms. She bites down on the chopsticks a little to keep them from falling, but her arms are tired. The two tastes really don't go well together, but the cocoa is still good, so she pulls the chopsticks out of her mouth and sets them in her lap to hang out while she gets more cocoa...
she frowns at the mushrooms, but really she's just tired, and doesn't like mushrooms in general. Not being able to hide her distaste, she buries her face in the cocoa a bit until she coughs from drinking too much at once. >:C it's so good. This is so good. ]
Thanks, Guzma... [ Luna is grateful. Her hands hold the mug and she presses her forehead into the warm cup. It's good...and hot. ]
[Yawns are contagious, and Guzma echos the little champion, rolling his shoulders to straighten his back with a small pop. His posture is so poor he has to do this often, just to settle the stiffness... Eventually, when the pan isn't searing hot, Guzma takes a few pieces of the mushroom from the pan itself, scrunching up his nose as his skin cries out painfully - it's hot, you idiot - and pops a bite or two into his mouth. Unlike the child, he chews and swallows easily, not minding that rubbery texture and the earthy flavor. Were he privy to Luna's tastes, he may have attempted cooking something different for her to fill her stomach.
He does, however, note that she's getting tired, and he is, too. Guzma allows for just a few more bites before he begins to pick off the meal himself, so it doesn't go to waste. He'll fix up something tomorrow for breakfast - something filling...hopefully.]
Slowly, numskull. Y'all is worse'n my grunts... [He huffs, knocking on her back gently with his palm, to help with the coughing. When the pan is emptied, he puts the chopsticks into the middle and sets the pan down on the floor, far enough away so they won't trip on it the next morning, and falls backwards into his hammock, tucking his legs up and into the tigershark skin blanket that is folded nicely inside.] Tell me when you're done...I'll put it down.
[His arms can reach the ground better than hers, and it won't break if he tosses it gently to the floor once emptied. GUzma yawns, taking out the pokedex to fiddle around with it again, looking up pokemon as well. Masquerain...Pinsir...Scizor.
[ she's eating through her exhaustion. And drinking. The rubbery texture of the mushrooms is made up by the fact they taste very similar to chicken...bearable at best. He holds the bowl and fiddles with his pokedex, and she watches the screen from her place next to him. These...are all his pokemon. His happy place. ]
We'll.. [ she yawns, setting the empty mug on the ground after hunching over and straining against her legs to set it on the ground. ] ...we'll find 'em. You'll see them again...hopefully really soon.
[ it hurts to give up hope. It's easy to hurt. Luna won't let herself down easy...and that's more and more embedded in her each passing day. Her head falls against his shoulder and lidded eyes try to watch the plate in front of her. It's so far away. And bleary. It keeps moving...and multiplying.
She's falling asleep. One eye watches the plate. Trying to stay with you, Guzma. Trying so hard. ]
[Guzma, as tired as he is, still hears Luna's words with perfect clarity, and they drive a hot, painful arrow right through his chest. The hurt sears, digs itself further through his chest and bleeds right into his heart. He can't tell her how wrong she is - he won't find them, because they're not here. They never were here. The rest of his pokemon are still back in Alola, waiting for him to return. It's why he's done his damnedest to keep himself alive and safe all this time.
So he can get back to them, one day.
Guzma exhales softly - a slow sigh - and takes her empty bowl of cocoa and sets it down when he notices she's falling asleep. His own vision is getting fuzzy too; he has to squint to see the information on the screen, and decides it's time to get some goddamn sleep. Unthinking, Guzma powers off the pokedex, tucks it back under his pillow, and pulls Luna down against him as he leans back into his hammock with her against his side.]
[ there is no protest, no flailing of arms or pushing. Luna falls into his side with some discomfort, but she's honestly too tired to truly notice anything spectacularly uncomfortable. It's warm here. With the promise of clarity on her lips, she curls into the giant.
Obviously, with a spot picked out, she has to protest to bedtime at least a little. When was the last time she hadn't felt too tired to argue over bed? When was the last time someone actually made her sleep? It's been a while, certainly...and it feels nice. A nice round of good feelings. ]
...nnno. [ she mumbles half into his shirt. Ugh. It's late, probably, and she's tired, definitely. She doesn't even open her eyes to respond, or check the response she'll get. Her hat half falls off.
She's out like a light, no blanket required. +1 sleep. ]
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He's not put off, leaning a bit into the girl for support himself. The pan is still hot, so he holds it up and out a little, so as not to touch their clothes or skin, lest it burn either of them. The pokedex she gives back to him is set under his pillow, for safe keeping. He can't bend over to set it down, otherwise their food will spill everywhere - his coordination right now is too poor.
Yawning, he offers Luna the makeshift chopsticks, rubbing his face with his palm once she takes them. He nods to her compliment about the cocoa, not really hearing it, otherwise he'd preen and go on about his favored hot beverage and the best way and place that prepares it. Instead, he just blinks, lifting his head when he begins to nod a bit.]
Huh? Oh...uh. Y'can eat now, I guess. Just don't eat n'drink that together...it don't go good t'gether. [His words slur together, a sign of his fatigue, and Guzma hums a bit before stretching.] Blow on 'em a bit first though...
[Did he tell her that already? Maybe. He forgets.]
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It's...good, but she doesn't like mushrooms. She bites down on the chopsticks a little to keep them from falling, but her arms are tired. The two tastes really don't go well together, but the cocoa is still good, so she pulls the chopsticks out of her mouth and sets them in her lap to hang out while she gets more cocoa...
she frowns at the mushrooms, but really she's just tired, and doesn't like mushrooms in general. Not being able to hide her distaste, she buries her face in the cocoa a bit until she coughs from drinking too much at once. >:C it's so good. This is so good. ]
Thanks, Guzma... [ Luna is grateful. Her hands hold the mug and she presses her forehead into the warm cup. It's good...and hot. ]
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He does, however, note that she's getting tired, and he is, too. Guzma allows for just a few more bites before he begins to pick off the meal himself, so it doesn't go to waste. He'll fix up something tomorrow for breakfast - something filling...hopefully.]
Slowly, numskull. Y'all is worse'n my grunts... [He huffs, knocking on her back gently with his palm, to help with the coughing. When the pan is emptied, he puts the chopsticks into the middle and sets the pan down on the floor, far enough away so they won't trip on it the next morning, and falls backwards into his hammock, tucking his legs up and into the tigershark skin blanket that is folded nicely inside.] Tell me when you're done...I'll put it down.
[His arms can reach the ground better than hers, and it won't break if he tosses it gently to the floor once emptied. GUzma yawns, taking out the pokedex to fiddle around with it again, looking up pokemon as well. Masquerain...Pinsir...Scizor.
...Damn, he misses them.]
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We'll.. [ she yawns, setting the empty mug on the ground after hunching over and straining against her legs to set it on the ground. ] ...we'll find 'em. You'll see them again...hopefully really soon.
[ it hurts to give up hope. It's easy to hurt. Luna won't let herself down easy...and that's more and more embedded in her each passing day. Her head falls against his shoulder and lidded eyes try to watch the plate in front of her. It's so far away. And bleary. It keeps moving...and multiplying.
She's falling asleep. One eye watches the plate. Trying to stay with you, Guzma. Trying so hard. ]
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So he can get back to them, one day.
Guzma exhales softly - a slow sigh - and takes her empty bowl of cocoa and sets it down when he notices she's falling asleep. His own vision is getting fuzzy too; he has to squint to see the information on the screen, and decides it's time to get some goddamn sleep. Unthinking, Guzma powers off the pokedex, tucks it back under his pillow, and pulls Luna down against him as he leans back into his hammock with her against his side.]
Mmhm... Time for bed, pipsqueak.
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Obviously, with a spot picked out, she has to protest to bedtime at least a little. When was the last time she hadn't felt too tired to argue over bed? When was the last time someone actually made her sleep? It's been a while, certainly...and it feels nice. A nice round of good feelings. ]
...nnno. [ she mumbles half into his shirt. Ugh. It's late, probably, and she's tired, definitely. She doesn't even open her eyes to respond, or check the response she'll get. Her hat half falls off.
She's out like a light, no blanket required. +1 sleep. ]