#ask-guzma

“Think you can keep up with me?” A smirk.

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Heck yeah I can! It’s about time that I changed my image from good boy to bad boy!

Teach me, O........w-whatever you do!

Hear about his bad memories! | NOT ACCEPTING

White huffed. He didn't like this prompt at all. "...When I was about 9, mother bought me a X-Transceiver." This was the first story that popped into his head. "I guess I should have been more... suspicious? Something so nice wasn't normal. At all."

"It was really nice, and I was happy about it. I used it for YEARS afterwards and..." He took a deep breath. "Now, I'm ashamed to say I held onto it until recently. I wanted to leave everything behind and still I kept that stupid transceiver." Even now, he fiddles with his right cuff, where he used to have it strapped.

"She held the transceiver over my head for months. Nothing I could do could actually pay it back. Anything I didn't like, she just told me that I was being ungrateful because she bought me that nice X Transceiver. And it... it wasn't even the first or last time she did that to me!"

It was just the incident he remembered the best. It was the one that affected him the longest. It was the one he carried the reminder on his wrist for years.

I wanted to quickly share what Annie had gotten @ask-guzma for Christmas over a month ago. I’m so unbelievably happy how these sneakers turned out.

It started with me remembering that there are places where you can order adult sized light up shoes, and I just thought “Guzma would love thos- OMG ANNIE SHOULD GET THEM FOR HIM FOR XMAS!!!” Then I wanted them to be specially designed for him, hence the Golisopod decals, and it had to have a secret knife designed in it, because of course.

(oh hey look a wild @ask-guzma appeared!)

(Cute cuddle arts)

Roto isn’t exactly sure what has happened but he’s very worried about Guzma. Guzma is hurt and seems visibly upset.

Roto silently hovers over to Guzma’s side. Hovering in place for a bit, unsure of what to do, he reaches out and gently touches Guzma on the shoulder with a wing. “Hey pal... it’zzz okay.” 

He removes his wing and glances down at Guzma’s hands. “I know you can take care of yourself. But I want to help.. if you’ll let me. Do you need any Neosporin or Paracetamol? Azzz for the lab, I’ll help sort it out. Don’t worry about any of that stuff. Everything will be ok. Zzt...”