[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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[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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