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[There's a soft oomph as she lays flat on her back, legs dangling over the side of the pit. She's always game for song time and Guzma's melodies are among the best. She holds the iStone up to her ear, her voice sounding muffled and far away because of that movement. She just wants to listen.]

Sing, sing!

[The laughter is back a little louder this time. He expected that answer, but the fervor of her answer is...infectious. She can't see the grin on his face, but she may be able to hear it all the same.]

Yeah, yeah...expected as much. Gimme a sec-- [He clears his throat, then takes a quick swig from his canteen to get his palette wet, since this is going to take some work on his part. Guzma's Alolan is a little rusty, and he needs to find the beat as well. She might hear him counting softly, or mumbling a few notes under his breath as he moves with some purpose, the door closing behind him.]

Oh, right...s'gonna get a bit loud. Y'all gonna have to thank Alola for that one. [He smacks his lips, clicks his tongue and--]

Alola e alola e!
'Ano 'ai ke alola e...
Alola ae alola e!
A nu ay ki alola e...

[The whispers become powerful melodies and his booming voice echoes through the trees-if she didn't know any better, she would think he was right beside her.

And it's loud, but fun and energizing. It's like the sun's beaming down on her in the middle of the afternoon and she's running along the beach, tirelessly playing.

After she hears the lyrics a couple times, she quietly copies the words, doing her best to inflect right, but it's not great. She's trying though. Let her live. ]

Alola e alola e!

[Honestly, it's the beat that moves him a little faster, and the shape of the stone is perfect or holding like a make-shift microphone. He looks a little goofy with his swinging arms and toe-tapping as he trudges along toward where he knows Ren stays with the weirdo elves and their gang, but no one's around to see him, so. Yeah, going all out. Heaven knows everyone needs a little positive energy after all this garbage (he's so damn tired of it all), and the Alolan people and language have positivity to spare.

One of the few things he likes about his home region...kinda.

After a short while, the sound of steps coming up are couple with a sot whistling. No need to hide himself with those trigger-happy wizards and whatever the hell else they have. He is, however, careful to watch where he steps. Honestly...booby-traps? I mean, yes it is necessary, but still.]

[Said trigger happy wizards aren't nearby, by the sound of it. She's not sure where they've gone-probably on the new island doing elf stuff. So he doesn't need to worry about getting blasted.

What he does need to worry about is the girl that propels herself into his chest, summoned from her hiding spot by the soft whistling. That's worse than any magic missile they could muster up.]

I found you!

[HE CAME HERE????? She did absolutely nothing??? Whatever. There's a pause as she hums the song the melody he was reciting the entire way here, the happy beat impossible to shake from her lips, until-

She remembers why he came over. No big. She'll get to that in a second. He's already here-might as well take advantage of the time she has with him.]

Do you sing with Goli and Ari too?

Whoa! [Thank god Guzma's reflexes are to catch the girl instead of batting her away like a tennis ball. She collides with his chest only barely, his large and strong hands gripping onto her firmly before they loosen and allow the youngster her hug. It's still a bizarre concept, and Guzma's heart is racing from the suddenness - people rushing at him has never been anything pleasant, after all - but he pats her head with an airy chuckle.]

Yeah, well, your boy tends to stick out a whole lot. Ain't easy to miss... [Picking Ren up, he sets her into the crook of one arm as if it were nothing at all. He doesn't lie when he boasts about his strength. He's tough, sturdy, and has even been practicing here and there when he can.]

Wha--oh, uh...not really? I mean, I guess? S'not like I sing to any'a 'em...they just be around when I do it, yeah. I dunno if'n any of 'em even like it or not, and it's hard to measure with the two i got here. Golisopod ain't bothered by much, and Ariados likes almost everything. [He scratches his chin.] I guess it depends? All my Pokemon got their own personalities...

Oh, speaking o, you had a present for Golisopod, yeah? [Guzma's already fishing for his Pokeball from his hoodie's pockets.]

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