[When Darin takes a bit longer than anticipated in replying, Guzma lets his gaze go back to the ridiculous bugs gorging themselves. Watching as Pinsir tries to wrestle food from Golisopod, and being pinned down like he's nothing but an ant. Then how Masquerain rests on Golisopod's back for a fat nap. Scizor having his fill is now sitting to the side watching the others, and Ariados is picking at this and that, wanting to try each morsel available.

He's about to take a drink of his own rum, when Darin finally speaks, and when he does Guzma's left staring at him. For a moment, he wants to get indignant, but then as he continues...Guzma's not sure what to think. What to feel.

Being thanked and appreciated like this? So genuinely... He can feel a heat to his face that causes him to turn his face away with a forced scowl. God, Darin...what's he supposed to do with this?]

Tch! Don't get this all twisted--I wasn't goin' outta my way no more than I would for myself. I live here too, whether I like it or not, ya boy wasn't 'bout to just lay down and take it!