[He grabs the door before it closes and follows Guzma into his own house, and shuts the door behind them once inside. The curious felines who alerted Nanu to his presence are still under the couch after his bottle broke; two pairs of eyes watching closely as the unfamiliar man comes in with their owner. Persian's there, too, lounging on top of the couch to keep her own watch for Nanu to come back in.]
[Most of the other pokémon are in the backyard with Anabel, who's most likely gardening or just spending time with them. Guzma can probably hear the shrill cries of Sableye and Weavile as they make trouble, or hear the low rumbles of Raikou and Entei as they bask in the sun. But for now, the only pokémon are ones that Guzma already knows, so there shouldn't be any surprises in store for him.]
[Persian makes a small sound of greeting, tail flicking back and forth as she watches the two men. Nanu's not going to tell Guzma that he can sit—that should be obvious enough. He does gesture toward the couch and another open chair adjacent to it, at least, as he shuffles back into the kitchen to grab his coffee.]
You want anything? Just made coffee.
[...He's going to bring Guzma a cup regardless of his answer. In addition to his injuries, Nanu can only imagine what a hangover he must have.]
[Whatever Guzma's choice to sit or stand, or reply, Nanu shuffles back in only a brief moment later and holds out a mug for him.]
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[He grabs the door before it closes and follows Guzma into his own house, and shuts the door behind them once inside. The curious felines who alerted Nanu to his presence are still under the couch after his bottle broke; two pairs of eyes watching closely as the unfamiliar man comes in with their owner. Persian's there, too, lounging on top of the couch to keep her own watch for Nanu to come back in.]
[Most of the other pokémon are in the backyard with Anabel, who's most likely gardening or just spending time with them. Guzma can probably hear the shrill cries of Sableye and Weavile as they make trouble, or hear the low rumbles of Raikou and Entei as they bask in the sun. But for now, the only pokémon are ones that Guzma already knows, so there shouldn't be any surprises in store for him.]
[Persian makes a small sound of greeting, tail flicking back and forth as she watches the two men. Nanu's not going to tell Guzma that he can sit—that should be obvious enough. He does gesture toward the couch and another open chair adjacent to it, at least, as he shuffles back into the kitchen to grab his coffee.]
You want anything? Just made coffee.
[...He's going to bring Guzma a cup regardless of his answer. In addition to his injuries, Nanu can only imagine what a hangover he must have.]
[Whatever Guzma's choice to sit or stand, or reply, Nanu shuffles back in only a brief moment later and holds out a mug for him.]