[Had this been his police station, Guzma would be inundated by Meowth by now. Even Persian's not as expectant of attention as she would be; she's a smart judge of circumstance. If Guzma wants to pay attention to the pokémon, he will.]
[Nanu sighs, setting his mug on the coffee table. That's a loaded question, and one that would normally have been met with a laundry list of snide remarks. Now that things have changed—and Guzma so clearly broken by this—the idea is nothing more than a fleeting thought in the back of his mind. ...Even if this is nearly the equivalent of a high schooler moping from being rejected by their crush.]
[First, though, he definitely caught that reaction to the coffee, and Nanu finally remembers that all of Guzma's teeth are sweet. It's early, okay? He gets up with a groan and pops back into the kitchen, though responding on the way instead of appearing to ignore or put off the other man.]
Have you done something like this before? [He's quick to return, no more than a few seconds, and sets down a small jar and spoon: sugar. Then he returns to his seat, settling in again.] That might be part of it.
[For once, no judgement here. Nanu couldn't possibly care any less about other people's romantic exploits or lack thereof. Again: even if this is the equivalent of a high schooler moping from being rejected by their crush...]
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[Nanu sighs, setting his mug on the coffee table. That's a loaded question, and one that would normally have been met with a laundry list of snide remarks. Now that things have changed—and Guzma so clearly broken by this—the idea is nothing more than a fleeting thought in the back of his mind. ...Even if this is nearly the equivalent of a high schooler moping from being rejected by their crush.]
[First, though, he definitely caught that reaction to the coffee, and Nanu finally remembers that all of Guzma's teeth are sweet. It's early, okay? He gets up with a groan and pops back into the kitchen, though responding on the way instead of appearing to ignore or put off the other man.]
Have you done something like this before? [He's quick to return, no more than a few seconds, and sets down a small jar and spoon: sugar. Then he returns to his seat, settling in again.] That might be part of it.
[For once, no judgement here. Nanu couldn't possibly care any less about other people's romantic exploits or lack thereof. Again: even if this is the equivalent of a high schooler moping from being rejected by their crush...]