[...Good enough. Look he's pretty sure he sees her, and so he's pressing past the crowd. When he's almost out of the bustle, he gets stopped by another annoying ass person wanting an autograph—someone he grabs by the front of the shirt and throws to the ground out of his way.
Oops!
He's not looking back, even as people cluster around to check on the person, and level stares of disbelief at him. Obviously Guzma doesn't give a fuck, his mind is on one thing and that's getting to Lucina. Besides, maybe if he hadn't had that whole bottle of rum to himself, he might...have found a different way to handle that guy.
Either way, he's in plain view without so many people about, and he looks...drunk. Happy, but drunk.]
Yoooo!
[And maybe a little too high on the volume. But who can blame him with all that music that's been playing?]
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[...Good enough. Look he's pretty sure he sees her, and so he's pressing past the crowd. When he's almost out of the bustle, he gets stopped by another annoying ass person wanting an autograph—someone he grabs by the front of the shirt and throws to the ground out of his way.
Oops!
He's not looking back, even as people cluster around to check on the person, and level stares of disbelief at him. Obviously Guzma doesn't give a fuck, his mind is on one thing and that's getting to Lucina. Besides, maybe if he hadn't had that whole bottle of rum to himself, he might...have found a different way to handle that guy.
Either way, he's in plain view without so many people about, and he looks...drunk. Happy, but drunk.]
Yoooo!
[And maybe a little too high on the volume. But who can blame him with all that music that's been playing?]