[The snow hasn't really let up as much as one might hope. It's not as strong as it had been initially, but with it coming and going, it made sense for Sun to stay. However, that means that Guzma and Sun are getting an awful lot of each other, and it's allowed Guzma to take notice of things about Sun.
Like how long his hair's been getting. As such, Guzma takes it upon himself like the charitable saint he is to point it out. Or, pull it out as is the case...since Guzma comes up behind Sun while he's busy with something, and grabs the length of hair in his hand and gives it a bit of a tug.]
[It's not as though Sun really wanted to stay as long as he had, and in fact back when the snow first let up and all the other cabin guests were finally leaving he had tried to as well. Just because the snow had stopped for a time did not however mean all the snow on the ground magically vanished nor did Sun's home suddenly have the heating it needed to stay in. The cabin was more tolerable when it wasn't so crowded at least and there was an open spare room .
He's in the kitchen digging for a snack when Guzma decides to be oh so charitable today and let Sun know about his hair.]
Ow! —Hey!
[He looks up and back from the motion of the tug to give an unamused look up to the other.]
I just haven't got a chance to cut it yet. Why, do you like it or somethin'?
[An exaggeration, but seriously...the kid's hair was a little long when he showed up, but now it was HELLA long. This was at least a couple months of growth.]
[Sun clearly just couldn't appreciate a great comeback like that, but it was true he hadn't cut his hair since he had shown up here. At first it was ok, a little growth never hurt anything, but it was losing its shape now. Two tugs is enough though and he reaches back to swat Guzma's hand away.]
Stop! If you don't like it so much then get rid of it. It ain't like it's botherin' me none though- unless you're just gonna keep tuggin' on it!
[With his hair being released Sun relaxes and gives a little stretch of his arms and neck. He was looking for a snack in the cabinet, but well that could wait. He gives a hum of thought to Guzma's question as he finally turns to properly look to the other.]
I dunno! Archie? Mipha? Maybe you go get it done somewhere?
[He chuckles at Guzma's response though, he wasn't expecting him to get so up in arms about it.]
Ok ok...! Um...
[He squints up to Guzma's hair, focusing on his hair cut. He even moves around Guzma as he inspects it, one hand brought up to his mouth as he thought. It didn't look bad! Not his type of cut, but it looked just as he remembered it back in Alola at least. So... good job! Back in front of Guzma he gives him a nod, apparently approving his work.]
Yeah, sure. If you want, you can cut my hair I guess.
[He says that so flatly as he stares down at Sun with a matching expression. Yes, the fish girl with not a single follicle of hair is the one who maintains his. Good job, Sun, you're a fucking moron.
Guzma stays still, though his eyes follow Sun as he moves around him, inspecting his hair. Once the verdict is reached, Guzma rolls his eyes with a shake of his head.]
Great.
[Then he quickly turns and picks up Sun like he's a toddler, tucks him under his arm, and heads towards his room.]
[Sun had been grinning up to Guzma after the hair inspection about to ask him if he wanted to go do this right now, but apparently that had been decided for him.]
H-hey! Whadd'ya doin? I can walk on my own you know!
[There's a bit of squirming once he's tucked under Guzma's arm, as he protests. Honestly he could probably shake loose if he really wanted to, but if there's anything he learned from these few weeks at the cabin it's better to just go with it. Guzma just kinda does this for some reason.]
[That's hardly the reason, but it's what he's going with. Either way, they're in his room now, and Sun's being dumped on the floor. Mainly so Guzma can go looking through his shit to find his scissors.]
Yeah right, I'm faster than an old fart like you any day.
[Not that it matters, they're here and he's being dumped on the floor. Sun grumbles as he gets to his feet, rubbing whatever body part he happened to land on this time as he looks around the room. Ah. Was that a dick on the ground....??]
Um...anything's fine. I guess if you can cut my hair like it used to look though, that'd work.
[As Guzma's looking through his shit more, Sun settles to going over to sit on the bed to wait for him. He's just not going to bring up the questionable dildos Guzma has, ok? He'll just kinda stare at it a bit and then purposely avoid looking at it anymore.]
[Guzma doesn't seem to notice that his...decorative darts are out and about, probably from playing darts the other night while drunk, but once he's found his scissors, turning back to Sun, he notices it.
There's a silent moment of Guzma staring at it, before he kicks it under the bed, right past Sun's feet. Then he continues, like that awkward moment didn't just happen.]
Like how you had it before, huh? A'ight, c'mon, get up. I ain't getting your mop all over my bed.
[How is Sun supposed to ignore that you just kicked that thing right past his feet?! Eugh, does Sun even want to know what all is under this bed? Guzma's continuing like nothing happened though so it's probably best to just forget about it.
He shakes his head, clearing that from his mind as he moves as Guzma said and getting off the bed. Curiously he gives the room another glance, maybe he missed a chair...?]
Yeah, easy right? But uh, you want me to just stand while we do this then?
[Look it's always better to just ignore the things you don't want to talk about. Those aren't even for their actual purpose, anyway, but Guzma doesn't wanna get into explaining dick darts to Sun!!]
Nah, we're goin' to the bathroom.
[Guzma motions for him to follow as he makes his way out the door and down the hall. Once they're in the bathroom, he points at the toilet.]
[Sun follows Guzma down the hall to the bathroom, happy to leave the den of dankness and thankful he wasn't carried again. Once there he does as told (but not before putting the lid down), and taking a seat. He didn't have his hat on so that wasn't going to be problem in the process of getting a hair cut.
Speaking of, this was all kinda... strange. Not bad by any means, he had quickly gotten used to this temporary living situation after all (besides the boredom), but it's just not expected. It definitely didn't seem like this was Guzma's first time doing this and he hadn't even started yet!]
[He answers shortly, before motioning with a finger for Sun to turn around on the toilet. Y'know, so he's facing the wall and Guzma can have better access to the back of his hair.]
Archie's hair's a fuckin' mess, but he likes it like that, so that's his problem.
[That's not what he was expecting, but all right. He stares dumbly at Guzma a moment, but he gets it after a second and turns himself on the toilet. Getting comfy, he leans forward a little to rest his arms on the back of the toilet.]
I woulda thought you did. I guess it just seems like you've done this sorta thing before.
[Look, sometimes Guzma sips that dumb bitch juice a little too much, and he's not getting what Sun's meaning. But with Sun turned the correct way, Guzma gets a comb from the sink, and also a cup that's been used to rinse people's mouths out after brushing. He fills the latter up with water, and makes his way over.
...So like the people who were in Team Skull then?
[Sorry Guzma, you lost Sun this time. He just said he doesn't cut Archie's hair and it's not like any of Guzma's Pokemon need haircuts. What else is Guzma talking about? He doesn't get much time to ponder though. While Sun hears Guzma moving about and even the cup of water being filled, he keeps his head facing the wall so he's completely taken by surprise as water is suddenly just dumped onto him.
He jumps at the sudden splash of water sputtering as it ran down his face, as he quickly turned to look back to the other. Bet it wasn't even warm water he got dumped on him.]
Wh- pfft. pppft. [Wiping the water off his face, still sputtering.]
[Guzma's about to answer his question, but Sun's jumping up and getting pissy for some reason! So what if the water was likely ice cold??? It was necessary!
Guzma scoffs with annoyance, gesturing for Sun to turn back around.]
Why? So you could fight me on it, and then we'd get fuckin' no where? Pass.
[But at least Sun's settling, so Guzma gets to work, combing through the kid's long hair, not being particularly gentle when and if he finds a knot. Look, he might know what he's doing, but he'd never make it as a hairdresser due to roughness.]
To answer your question, though...yeah, me and Plum—[His hands pause when he says her name, his chest suffering from a painful throb as he thinks about her, but ultimately he continues.]—we helped with some of the grunts' hair at times. Ain't like our lot was welcomed at them salons, but I guess that was for a good reason, huh?
[Sun rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he leans his arms on the back of the toilet to try to get comfy again. Clearly if Guzma just said something Sun could of wet his own hair, but here he is sitting with his shirt partially wet now. He doesn't complain as Guzma brushes through his hair or even when he's rough with the few knots hidden in his hair.
He listens as Guzma answers his question though, taking note of the pause on Plumeria's name. Right, she had disappeared from here recently, didn't she? That was the whole reason Guzma had started dropping in at his place after all. Hm.]
Yeah, prolly. I imagine they'd just make a mess of the place and try to get a haircut for free, huh?
[Sun makes a sound of acknowledgement regarding the grunts. He wouldn’t call them being horrible shits great, but he got that Guzma had different standards.
He glances back to level a stare at Guzma’s scissor threat. A sort of ‘you wouldn’t dare’, before giving him one last dismissive wave and settling again.]
Fine. But I gotta say, this service stinks! If you cut an ear off, I’ll have to go to your manager!
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Like how long his hair's been getting. As such, Guzma takes it upon himself like the charitable saint he is to point it out. Or, pull it out as is the case...since Guzma comes up behind Sun while he's busy with something, and grabs the length of hair in his hand and gives it a bit of a tug.]
Growin' this mop out, or what?
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He's in the kitchen digging for a snack when Guzma decides to be oh so charitable today and let Sun know about his hair.]
Ow! —Hey!
[He looks up and back from the motion of the tug to give an unamused look up to the other.]
I just haven't got a chance to cut it yet. Why, do you like it or somethin'?
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[An exaggeration, but seriously...the kid's hair was a little long when he showed up, but now it was HELLA long. This was at least a couple months of growth.]
But I don't, it looks shitty.
[He gives it another tug.]
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[Sun clearly just couldn't appreciate a great comeback like that, but it was true he hadn't cut his hair since he had shown up here. At first it was ok, a little growth never hurt anything, but it was losing its shape now. Two tugs is enough though and he reaches back to swat Guzma's hand away.]
Stop! If you don't like it so much then get rid of it. It ain't like it's botherin' me none though- unless you're just gonna keep tuggin' on it!
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...D'ya want me to?
[He could, he's been maintaining his own pretty well, but it'd be a whole lot easier cutting someone else's hair, than his own.]
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Well... do you even know how to?
[He asks casually with a shrug.]
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[Sun'll probably say Archie, but even Archie's hair is getting a little wild...]
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[He chuckles at Guzma's response though, he wasn't expecting him to get so up in arms about it.]
Ok ok...! Um...
[He squints up to Guzma's hair, focusing on his hair cut. He even moves around Guzma as he inspects it, one hand brought up to his mouth as he thought. It didn't look bad! Not his type of cut, but it looked just as he remembered it back in Alola at least. So... good job! Back in front of Guzma he gives him a nod, apparently approving his work.]
Yeah, sure. If you want, you can cut my hair I guess.
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[He says that so flatly as he stares down at Sun with a matching expression. Yes, the fish girl with not a single follicle of hair is the one who maintains his. Good job, Sun, you're a fucking moron.
Guzma stays still, though his eyes follow Sun as he moves around him, inspecting his hair. Once the verdict is reached, Guzma rolls his eyes with a shake of his head.]
Great.
[Then he quickly turns and picks up Sun like he's a toddler, tucks him under his arm, and heads towards his room.]
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[Sun had been grinning up to Guzma after the hair inspection about to ask him if he wanted to go do this right now, but apparently that had been decided for him.]
Huh?
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[There's a bit of squirming once he's tucked under Guzma's arm, as he protests. Honestly he could probably shake loose if he really wanted to, but if there's anything he learned from these few weeks at the cabin it's better to just go with it. Guzma just kinda does this for some reason.]
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[That's hardly the reason, but it's what he's going with. Either way, they're in his room now, and Sun's being dumped on the floor. Mainly so Guzma can go looking through his shit to find his scissors.]
How short ya wantin' it, kid?
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[Not that it matters, they're here and he's being dumped on the floor. Sun grumbles as he gets to his feet, rubbing whatever body part he happened to land on this time as he looks around the room. Ah. Was that a dick on the ground....??]
Um...anything's fine. I guess if you can cut my hair like it used to look though, that'd work.
[As Guzma's looking through his shit more, Sun settles to going over to sit on the bed to wait for him. He's just not going to bring up the questionable dildos Guzma has, ok? He'll just kinda stare at it a bit and then purposely avoid looking at it anymore.]
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[Guzma doesn't seem to notice that his...decorative darts are out and about, probably from playing darts the other night while drunk, but once he's found his scissors, turning back to Sun, he notices it.
There's a silent moment of Guzma staring at it, before he kicks it under the bed, right past Sun's feet. Then he continues, like that awkward moment didn't just happen.]
Like how you had it before, huh? A'ight, c'mon, get up. I ain't getting your mop all over my bed.
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[How is Sun supposed to ignore that you just kicked that thing right past his feet?! Eugh, does Sun even want to know what all is under this bed? Guzma's continuing like nothing happened though so it's probably best to just forget about it.
He shakes his head, clearing that from his mind as he moves as Guzma said and getting off the bed. Curiously he gives the room another glance, maybe he missed a chair...?]
Yeah, easy right? But uh, you want me to just stand while we do this then?
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Nah, we're goin' to the bathroom.
[Guzma motions for him to follow as he makes his way out the door and down the hall. Once they're in the bathroom, he points at the toilet.]
Sit.
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[Sun follows Guzma down the hall to the bathroom, happy to leave the den of dankness and thankful he wasn't carried again. Once there he does as told (but not before putting the lid down), and taking a seat. He didn't have his hat on so that wasn't going to be problem in the process of getting a hair cut.
Speaking of, this was all kinda... strange. Not bad by any means, he had quickly gotten used to this temporary living situation after all (besides the boredom), but it's just not expected. It definitely didn't seem like this was Guzma's first time doing this and he hadn't even started yet!]
So do you do this for Archie too?
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[He answers shortly, before motioning with a finger for Sun to turn around on the toilet. Y'know, so he's facing the wall and Guzma can have better access to the back of his hair.]
Archie's hair's a fuckin' mess, but he likes it like that, so that's his problem.
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[That's not what he was expecting, but all right. He stares dumbly at Guzma a moment, but he gets it after a second and turns himself on the toilet. Getting comfy, he leans forward a little to rest his arms on the back of the toilet.]
I woulda thought you did. I guess it just seems like you've done this sorta thing before.
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[Look, sometimes Guzma sips that dumb bitch juice a little too much, and he's not getting what Sun's meaning. But with Sun turned the correct way, Guzma gets a comb from the sink, and also a cup that's been used to rinse people's mouths out after brushing. He fills the latter up with water, and makes his way over.
And then he...dumps the water onto Sun's head.]
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[Sorry Guzma, you lost Sun this time. He just said he doesn't cut Archie's hair and it's not like any of Guzma's Pokemon need haircuts. What else is Guzma talking about? He doesn't get much time to ponder though. While Sun hears Guzma moving about and even the cup of water being filled, he keeps his head facing the wall so he's completely taken by surprise as water is suddenly just dumped onto him.
He jumps at the sudden splash of water sputtering as it ran down his face, as he quickly turned to look back to the other. Bet it wasn't even warm water he got dumped on him.]
Wh- pfft. pppft. [Wiping the water off his face, still sputtering.]
Hey! What's the big deal!?
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Guzma scoffs with annoyance, gesturing for Sun to turn back around.]
Can't cut dry hair, stupid! Now sit still!
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That doesn't mean you gotta dump ice cold water on me!! [He gives a small stomp of his foot and an agitated huff.] Warn someone before you do that!
[With that said though he does indeed sit back down after giving Guzma another glare for good measure and a huffy:]
Fine.
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[But at least Sun's settling, so Guzma gets to work, combing through the kid's long hair, not being particularly gentle when and if he finds a knot. Look, he might know what he's doing, but he'd never make it as a hairdresser due to roughness.]
To answer your question, though...yeah, me and Plum—[His hands pause when he says her name, his chest suffering from a painful throb as he thinks about her, but ultimately he continues.]—we helped with some of the grunts' hair at times. Ain't like our lot was welcomed at them salons, but I guess that was for a good reason, huh?
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[Sun rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he leans his arms on the back of the toilet to try to get comfy again. Clearly if Guzma just said something Sun could of wet his own hair, but here he is sitting with his shirt partially wet now. He doesn't complain as Guzma brushes through his hair or even when he's rough with the few knots hidden in his hair.
He listens as Guzma answers his question though, taking note of the pause on Plumeria's name. Right, she had disappeared from here recently, didn't she? That was the whole reason Guzma had started dropping in at his place after all. Hm.]
Yeah, prolly. I imagine they'd just make a mess of the place and try to get a haircut for free, huh?
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[To him and Plumeria. For everyone else? Ehhhh...]
Anyway, I'm gonna start, so don't move. Unless you ain't mindin' losing an ear.
[With scissors in hand, he does two warning snips of the scissors in the air to emphasize his point.]
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[Sun makes a sound of acknowledgement regarding the grunts. He wouldn’t call them being horrible shits great, but he got that Guzma had different standards.
He glances back to level a stare at Guzma’s scissor threat. A sort of ‘you wouldn’t dare’, before giving him one last dismissive wave and settling again.]
Fine. But I gotta say, this service stinks! If you cut an ear off, I’ll have to go to your manager!
[It’s a poor joke, but whatever.]
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[He leans in, so his face is right next to Sun's own, glancing at him outta the corner of his eye.]
I am the manager. Tough shit, huh?
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Above the manager then!
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[Kid PLS.]
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