[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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[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.]