[So, basically Guzma's been pretty quiet and to himself for the past week or so, or so it seems. Kind of odd for the ex-gang leader, because usually he's getting up to some shit, and maybe he'd have bothered Nanu about it or something! But he hasn't. In fact, he's been pretty MIA for a bit now, and he certainly hasn't answered anyone who might have tried to contact him.
During the evening one night, however, he finds himself at Nanu's doorstep. He's got a half drank bottle of liquor in one hand, with his hood pulled up over his head—looking every bit suspicious. Fortunately, and unlike Archie, he doesn't try to bust in. Instead, he just rests his back against the door and settles on finishing his bottle silently.
He doesn't knock, he doesn't even ring Nanu up. Instead, he just decides to sit there and wait. Whether for Nanu to come by (if he isn't home already), or for him to open the door. But considering it's the middle of the night, chances are neither will happen, and so he'll end up likely falling asleep there until Nanu stumbles across his sorry ass snoozing on his door. Hunched forward with his head hanging, arms crossed over his chest in a futile effort to keep himself warm during the chill of the night, while the empty bottle of booze is on its side not too far from him.]
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During the evening one night, however, he finds himself at Nanu's doorstep. He's got a half drank bottle of liquor in one hand, with his hood pulled up over his head—looking every bit suspicious. Fortunately, and unlike Archie, he doesn't try to bust in. Instead, he just rests his back against the door and settles on finishing his bottle silently.
He doesn't knock, he doesn't even ring Nanu up. Instead, he just decides to sit there and wait. Whether for Nanu to come by (if he isn't home already), or for him to open the door. But considering it's the middle of the night, chances are neither will happen, and so he'll end up likely falling asleep there until Nanu stumbles across his sorry ass snoozing on his door. Hunched forward with his head hanging, arms crossed over his chest in a futile effort to keep himself warm during the chill of the night, while the empty bottle of booze is on its side not too far from him.]