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WHO: Guzma and Nanu
WHERE: Maurtia Falls
WHEN: Coming home from the fight with Darin later in the evening
WHAT: Guzma just trying to make his way home, gets intercepted by a nosy old man!
WARNINGS: Cussing, talks of violence... idk it's Guzma, take that as a warning.

[Well, Guzma's not as mad about the results as he could have been. A draw is a draw, even if he wanted a win, but it certainly beats having a loss. Even if he's still sore and aching, still scuffed up, bruised, and battered. Allura did her part to help mend any broken bones or other serious injuries, but didn't do the full of it. Not that Guzma minds, in fact he didn't even want her charity to begin with!

Oh well, it didn't matter. Not when he's on his way back to his place—not the Shady Factory, but his own townhouse within the Falls. It's later at night, so that helps keep attention off of him as he skulks through the alleys, hood drawn up over his head, that usual hunch to his back, hands in his pockets. He doesn't expect to come across anyone he knows, and maybe the rain adds an almost too fitting visual to the conflicted emotions he's feeling. His mind is elsewhere, and perhaps he's running on autopilot, which is why he doesn't notice Nanu as he quite literally runs into him.

Ordinarily that'd be fine, but Guzma's so battered and sore, he lets out more of a pained hiss than a sound of announce. Stumbling to the side as he physically withdraws from the older man, he shoots him a glare that's more fitting a wounded animal, than some dangerous criminal.]

Watch it, asshole!

[He doesn't seem to realize it's Nanu, his mind elsewhere entirely. Maybe it was those knocks to his head, maybe it's the thoughts swirling inside, either way, he'll be attempting to leave Nanu in his dust, even if his pace isn't actually too quick, nor that sturdy. Even a slight limp to it.]

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[And Nanu didn't see him either. He had his umbrella up, blocking his view... But he could see most people coming. Well If they were shorter than Guzma, it seemed. His red umbrella did at least deter most people, except for the most unobservant. Or distracted and injured.]

[Guzma's sheer lumbering size knocks him back, but he reflexively catches himself with his ~cat-like reflexes~. He knows that voice, of course. He lowers his umbrella immediately to reveal himself and diffuse the situation, and sees one fucked up Guzma! Oh shit!]

Ah, sorry Guzma. Didn't see you there. [Being called asshole or old man just rolled off his back at this point. It was almost a term of endearment in his mind.] So... what happened to you? ...And were are you going? Your base isn't in this direction.

[It's definitely the voice that catches him, and less what he says. That'll sink in soon, but first he stops his retreat. Back still to the older man, debating with himself what he wants to do—there's a weird sense of security with Nanu, with his familiarity, yet he's feeling strangely vulnerable after everything as well.

...Then Nanu's statement hits him, and he's left staring over his shoulder at the older man in disbelief.]

You been spying on me?

[He's not...surprised at that fact, so much as the fact that Nanu's figured it out. Him taking over an entire town was an easy enough broadcast, but this hideout he had tried to keep hidden. Leave it to Nanu to sleuth his way into finding it, the old bastard.

The questions are obviously ignored, in true Guzma fashion.]

I didn't even have to try. A couple of your boys almost got busted, but I took care of it. [What's that fucking mean, Nanu?] Anyway, I walked them home to make sure they wouldn't get in any more trouble that night. You know it was a matter of time.

[Nanu looks him up and down. Man he looks fucked up.] I can help you back to my place. It's just through this alley. [Can't let Guzma think he's pitying him...] I've got some cold beers there, and I can call someone up to patch you up. He comes by now and then to heal the cats.

What happened to you? Should we be evacuating here?

Figures.

[He nearly spits it out, looking away from Nanu, clearly frustrated. At the offer, he scoffs. Just what he needs, Nanu taking care of him like he's some helpless kitten. As much as he detests the idea, he also feels himself coming around to it. He certainly could use some company, especially some that's arguably neutral like Nanu is. Someone familiar.]

If you're talkin' about who I think you are, he ain't in no shape to be healin' me, but no we ain't needin' to evacuate, this was somethin' personal.

[He knows there's bound to be more than just Archie who does that while healing nonsense, but who else is as much of a bleeding heart to worry about healing cats?]

...but, I could use a beer.

I'm thinking about a guy named Archie. What happened to him? [What the fuck was happening!]

[Something personal... That figures too, doesn't it? Nanu frowns. At least he's used to handling injured animals. He'll get the details once Guzma's got a beer.] Yeah, I got some pretty good pizza in the fridge, too. Let's get out of this rain, hm? It's not nearly as warm as the rain on Ula'ula.

[Nanu opens his umbrella again and holds it out to Guzma. He has to choose his words carefully, he knows. Not too serious, not too pitying...] You want this? You look like if you get any more rain on you you're gonna drown. [His shoes and pockets were probably full of rain, too. Jeez.]

Yeah, that's him. [NO ANSWER.

To that, though, Guzma nods. His hoodie's far from a rain coat anyway, and he's nearly soaked to the bone as it is. Not exactly what he needs while being injured like he is. The umbrella offered gets rejected with a shake of his head, brushing past Nanu heading down that alley. He kinda remembers where the old guy lived...]

Let's just go.

How'd you meet him? I mean, I can guess. He is a gang leader, of sorts.

[He figures he'd reject it. Injured animal that he was. He pops it over his own head and follows Guzma. He'll let him lead in silence unless he takes a wrong turn.]

Alright.

He approached me when I first came here. We kinda hit it off.

[Kinda got fucking married, but that'll come with some booze. After a little bit, Guzma stops, clearly not sure where else to go, his memory only serving him so much, but it's clear he doesn't know once there's a fork in the path.]

Uh...

[Nanu steps around him and nods his head towards the right direction, now taking the lead without making any other comment about it. They were only three blocks away now, and thankfully the fire escapes started to make a corridor of overhang with less rain.]

That's... Good. He's different now, huh? Pretty nice guy, as far as I can tell. Read his file back in the day. [Fine. If Guzma wasn't going to tell him how Archie was, he would just call him up himself. If he was able to even answer the phone, that is.]

[Nanu had tried to look up Guzma's public records.. But he seemed to have no ties to electrical utilities... And there was nothing about any arrests in Maurtia falls as far as he could tell. Besides, they seemed to be a little harder to access as a civilian in a library. Makes sense that the government would protect its imPorts. They were sort of classified, weren't they? It would be bad for any random asshole to show up at their doorsteps.]

Read his file? Do Alolan police got access to files outside the region like that?

[He knows what Archie did, and there was probably some larger scale news about it at some point. He doesn't know how long ago that was from when he and Nanu were from, he never thought about asking. Never thought about trying to pin point them all on the timeline like that. But now he's wondering. After all, he knows Nanu's a cop, but it's not like his ties with the international police is public knowledge.

He's following Nanu all the same, his gait a little slower than even Nanu's, but that's from the stiffness and soreness from his injuries.]

Not normally. no. [he chuckles. Technically he shouldn't still be able to access everything that he does... But. He has his ways, he knows his people. He kept up with the ultra wormholes, after all.]I haven't always been some miserable small time cop in Alola. I had my youth, too, y'know.

[Nanu peers down at his feet. His sandals are soaked so bad, and his toes are a little cold. He still hadn't figured out exactly how all of that worked, and thinking about it just made him tired. It was very obvious once they came into the vicinity of his apartment. The reflections of dozens of cat eyes peered at them from under cars and dumpsters and wherever else they saw fit. They began to meow at him, begging for food. The bravest dashed through the rain to come up to his shins and rub up. Don't trip on a cat, Guzma.] Hey, bud. You miss dinner?

I know that. [Of course he doesn't know the details, or anything like that. But everyone knows everyone in Alola, or damn near, anyway. Nanu was a face that was relatively new compared to, well...almost everyone else. There long enough to be known now, particularly as a Kahuna, but he hadn't always been.

It does raise the question as to what exactly Nanu did before he became a cop and Kahuna, but that's maybe for another time.] Still seems weird you could read some dude's file like that.

[The cat eyes catch Guzma, and he pauses in his gait as they all seem to peer at the two men. When one bolts forward, it makes him jolt with surprise, which then turns into him sulking and cursing under his breath about it.]

...Don't got your Meowth, so you had to replace 'em, huh? Dude, I think you got a problem.

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