[By the time Guzma gets back to Blue- after all the nonsense influx of Pokémon and stuff and everything else going on- Blue’s sort of pushed what happened to the back of his mind. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say that he had been sufficiently busy enough to be able to ignore it.]
[Guzma’s contact out of the blue (heh) gets a shock of surprise, at first, and then a slow creeping uneasiness. Blue isn’t good at controlling himself over these crystals, and with the unease comes trickles of other emotions- guilt, irritation, that pang of fear again, loneliness.]
I told you. [He huffs dryly, the most aloof reply he can muster despite all those little pricks of doubt flowing through him. There’s no doubt he’s still upset about what happened, a confused and hurt anger swirling in his stomach like steam.]
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[Guzma’s contact out of the blue (heh) gets a shock of surprise, at first, and then a slow creeping uneasiness. Blue isn’t good at controlling himself over these crystals, and with the unease comes trickles of other emotions- guilt, irritation, that pang of fear again, loneliness.]
I told you. [He huffs dryly, the most aloof reply he can muster despite all those little pricks of doubt flowing through him. There’s no doubt he’s still upset about what happened, a confused and hurt anger swirling in his stomach like steam.]