The walk back to Po Town was far too long. It was one thing when Guzma only needed to stock up on medicine or coffee—there was an operational Pokemon Center close by, and between potions and instant Tapu Cocoa mix, they usually had basic supplies that could get Skull by. When they needed anything else, however, it was only Malie City that carried anything useful. He didn’t understand why they couldn’t just rebuild the damned megamart. The Tapu needed to get over themselves and stuff it.
Just to get to Malie and back in time to do anything useful, Guzma had left well before dawn; it was just after noon, now, and under Alola’s blistering sun, Guzma was sweating buckets. Behind him he tugged a long a little plastic wagon that once must have been red but had long since been sun-bleached into stripes of fading pink and white, and it was loaded up with as much non-perishable supplies as he’d been able to get his hands on; his golisopod was tugging one along next to him, as well. It hadn’t expedited their little adventure in any way, that was for sure, but at least it beat hauling all this shit back by hand.
He ignored the police station as he passed it, and greeted the grunts out on patrol or training by name when he could remember it, and eventually came to stroll right on through Po Town’s gate. It was only when he’d shut the fence behind him did Guzma park his little wagon to the side and drop it; Pancake mirrored his movements. Reaching out to give his buddy a pat on the arm for a job well done, Guzma turned his attention to a few grunts gathered not too far off. “Hey, you three! Get over here ya li’l shits! Take the supplies in an’ put ‘em away. Neatly,” he stressed, “I don’t wanna go inside and see no bags or plastic nowhere.” They rushed to obey, and with a satisfied nod of his head, he slowly turned on the spot, looking for whoever else happened to be out and about—and squinted as he found one, eyes straining to see which grunt it happened to be.
“Yo, Caps!” he shouted. That was Caps, right? He squinted a little harder. Yeah. Looked like him. “Hey, Caps, getcha ass over here, too! You been out here today, man, you know what’s been goin’ down? I need someone to run me up t’speed.”
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{Your answer to the phone as was too cute and it inspired me so enjoy this quick doodle of Guzma’s phone. I assume this is what you ment by his numskulls hehe. I included the two grunts in the group as their face claims~}
//omg this is perfect thank you so much for drawing this!!! this is exactly what i meant haha even when guzma’s trying to be a hard boy he loves his grunts <3 he would keep this as his phones background forever lol
