Stupid Sexy Guzma

“Oooohhhh myyyy goooood”

He catches her at arms length, and gently places her back on the ground. “Don’t fuck up m’ makeup, kid. We can go getcha candy er whatever.”

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“I’m not an old lady either, hmph! It was a really long walk over, you know!”

Putting her hands on her knees, she looked up at Guzma curiously. “Adult stuff? So why’s there chocolate milk in the fridge?” Before she’d surprised Guzma, she’d explored the house and noted a few things, like the copious amounts of Tapu Cocoa in the kitchen.

“Wh--how’d ya--IT’S TAPU COCOA!”

“An’ it’s got adult shit in it so you better not’ve drank any!!!!”

He’d have to remember to scold the so-called ‘guard grunts’ he had running around not doing their job.

     For the millionth time she muses that he’s better with words than she is. So many people assume the opposite from the way she hangs back behind his shoulder while he bares his teeth, calm to his agitated. Guzma has always been the one full of speeches and showmanship, but his charisma has always been real ——— he knows what to say to cut through to the bone.

     Her, she’s never been much of a talker.

     It’s hard not to fall silent now. Refusing to speak more than absolutely necessary has always been her way of coping with discomfort, especially when all she wants if to feel her barriers firmly in place ——— except that with him, there is no need of them.

     Fingers flex against the skin of his back as she rubs her face against his chest, smearing what’s left of her makeup in the process. Finally, after some moments, her shoulders tighten and there comes a quiet, mirthless laugh.

     “ You talk like I’m human or somethin’, ” she murmurs. “ I don’t think I been human for a real long time, G. ”

He’d lost many white undershirts to her makeup, what’s one more?

“Don’t talk like dat,” his grip tightened, “Yer th’ most human outta all’ve us. Certainly more human then me, Plumes....”

He tipped her head up just a bit, to make her look at him. His expression was like that of stone--stern and serious--but behind his eyes, he couldn’t conceal the sadness that resided there.

“Life’s been hard on ya. It ain’t fair. An’ that--that thing--ain’t got no right t’ make ya feel like dis.”

He was losing his words now, choking up a bit on his own anger. He didn’t want to falter, not now, not in front of her--so he merely quieted himself.

Instead, he wrapped his coat around her, and pulled her into his lap. He hoped to make her feel protected, even if he couldn’t protect her before.... Every time he caught a glimpse of her glass eye, it was a stunning reminder of his own shortcomings. Where had he been when she’d lost her eye? Off fucking around. Getting drunk or high. Hard to say at this point...

Kiwi squeaked, then whimpered, she hid her face against his shirt and shook her head "Its n-not his fault, H-hes been though a lot, I just..I..I d-dont...I dont think Im fake..Im not fake I...Im not..a-am I "her voice was breaking

“Who? WHO, Kiwi??? I’ll crush his fuckin’ larynx in my bare hands.”

“Hey, no, shut up,” he pulled her into a tight hug, “I know when someone ain’t alright.”

“WHO DID THIS!!!! WHO CRUSHED MY CREAMPUFF!!! SOMEONE’S GUNNA DIE!”

Guzma shook his head gently, “No, no hana…. Stay an’ relax with me….” He sighed, comfortably sinking into his chair with her. He ran his fingers through her pigtails, eyes falling closed. He suddenly felt quite sleepy….

“Take a nap wid me?” he murmured, “Then go back t’ work…. Dat bed looks awful cozy, eh?”

Guzma had been busy typing away at his laptop, his reading glasses sitting at the edge of his nose and his sunglasses resting atop his head, pushing his hair back. His hoodie discarded onto his bed, he only wore his white t-shirt beneath it. He looked not like the gang leader everyone came to know and fear, but like….. a book nerd.

The sound of someone entering his room made him look up over his glasses, and there in the door stood his favorite person in the whole world…. He couldn’t help but light up.

“’Ey, baby,” he placed his laptop onto its pedestal, freeing up his lap for her, “What brings ya in?”

Only silence answered him, which wasn’t strange, but she locked the door…. 

Is she tryna smash?

……Oh god.

“Now why would I do somethin’ like dat?”

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