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[Dear lord, why? Why do people think Guzma is a morning person in any definition of the term? I'm sorry, but this boy is nocturnal and though he's gotten better about waking up before noon, it's still in the early hours of the morning.

There's a low grumbling on the line, ashift of blankets and a very large, slow-moving body as Guzma reaches under his pillow for his rock-phone...thing.]

What? [He sounds half-awake, and kind of irritated.]

[If any part of her dumb brain could register his annoyance, it's clearly overwhelmed from her excitement at this incredible little treasure. It's really his voice. It feels like he's next to her, no matter how far away he must be.]

The sun's awake. It looks like your special treasure.

[AKA, it's yellow.

Hang up on her!!!]

Mh...huh? [He rubs his face, squints his eyes. There's low light filtering in from where windows used to be in his dingy (but far better than it was!) shack he shares with luna. Mother of Mew, if must be just after daybreak. Ren, what the fuck.] Kid...it's early.

Do..d-do you need, mmh--something? [Does he have to beat anyone up? Is this an emergency?? Because fuck, he loves you, but not at this hour.]

Edited (WHOOPS BROKEN TAG) 2018-04-05 02:17 (UTC)

[Take back the necklace and she'll stop calling him-it's that simple.

Until then, enjoy random ungodly hour phone calls. And no, she has no reason for establishing this rocknection outside of an early morning whim to-]

I wanted to hear your voice. I thought about you in my heart and then the treasure made your voice come out.

[Guzma grumbles, his head falling back against his pillow as he yawns and puts a hand over his eyes. He's groggy, and probably won't remember much of this conversation at all, but at least he heard that, and frowns. It's sweet, she's sweet, and he can't be too mad anymore.

Goddamnit.]

Mhmm... [He sighs, not much of a conversationalist at this hour. Sorry, Ren, but he's starting to doze off again.]

[The sun's awake Guzma. It's his day, all day, and island life is waiting for him. Ren's not going to relinquish her grip on his LIFE. Wake up!!!

The short sigh and the resounding silence afterwards makes her shake the rock?? Then she hits it with the palm of her hand, because that was an effective means of making treasure work back in her world and it stands to reason it would be the same here.]

Guzma?

[And again, a bit louder-]

Do you want to play tag?

[FUCK THE SUN, HE'S FROM'S POKEMON MOON! I JUST DECIDED NOW!!! 12 HOUR TIME DIFFERENCE, BINCH. Lunala's cooler anyway.

He scrunches his nose, eyes squeezing shut, and buries his face into his pillow with a low groan. Ren, you're trying his patience, and he has so little to give this early in the morning. You're cute, but the novelty wears off really fast. He rolls over as curls up rather childishly in his hammock, pulling the covers over his head.]

I wanna sleep.

Edited (WRONG ICON ) 2018-04-07 17:18 (UTC)

[HORRIBLE!!! This is like the exact opposite of what she was hoping for. Too bad this terrible child can't take a hint.]

Okay.

[Wow!! What a relief. What a blessing!! Peace at last for the precious boy. Sounds too good to be true right? Because it is.]

I'll watch you sleep. Then we can play.

[WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?]

How 'bout you go to sleep, too? Lotta other people're sleeping, yeah... Them keebler twins y'all live with - they's sleeping now, right? [IF THEY'RE NOT, HE WILL FUCKING KNOCK THEM OUT UNTIL THEY ARE.]

Once everyone's up, then we can do, uh...whatever y'all said 'fore.

[This is what happens when you give a dying child a pretty necklace. This is all his fault, actually. Time to repent and pay the kindness toll. She's gonna make his life h e l l.

Once everyone's up Well, she knows plenty of people that are awake-herself, Lup, Seto, Magnus and her cat!! Guzma is too, since he's talking to her, so it sounds like invitation to come over right now.]

Okay, I'll come sleep by you and then we'll wake up together.

[DEEP INHALE.

Ren, you're making this extremely difficult, but...but. The trek from wherever she lives might just give him the amount of time to get in a few more minutes of sleep. Lord, even a half hour would be sheer bliss for the night owl that is Guzma. He can't take this crack of dawn bullcrap some other people can do. He's not built like that, and never has been.]

Yeah...yeah, 'kay. C'mon over and, uh... [He breathes out, putting a hand over his eyes to try and get some rest again.] ...take your time.

['Try and get some rest'-the keyword being, try, because while she does take her time ambling over to his home, getting distracted by this and that and even taking a quick peek at the glyph area to see what new drawings have shown up, every few minutes Guzma will be treated to a quiet I'm by the big tree and Can you hear me? and I found a treasure. When did this iStone become a liveblog? Just now, this second.

And by the time she spies his humble abode, he can probably hear-]

Do you want to sleep outside? The sun is warm.

[The reprieve, however short, is still beneficial - Guzma manages to get another forty minutes of sleep as Ren makes her way over to his little shack. During all the ‘updates’ she gives to him, Guzma snorts or hums sleepily in response before stuffing the stone of farspeech down into the depths of his blankets to smother the sound somewhat. His patience seems to have run out...sorry, boo.

When she arrives, Guzma just barely hears Ren’s voice coming from the stone, buried under his mess of blankets and crumpled clothes (and centipuppy plush).]

My bed is warmer. [He is not getting up before he is ready and not a soul can make him.]

Warmer than the sun? It's like that?

[Despite his attempt to rudely muffle her, her voice is getting louder because she's so, so close to the door right now.

And even though she's trying to compromise with this dingus by making him nap outside, those warm blankets do sound enticing. She hovers near the doorframe, as if she expects him to change his mind on the whole Sleep Situation, and prepares to run off for whatever impromptu game he might come up with. He may sleep, he may play tag-she's ready either way.

And despite being literally feet away from him, she opts to hold the rock up to her mouth to say-]

Does sleeping make you happy?

[Oh my god, please. Ren, child, dearest and most precious little sister. Let him sleep.

The rock doesn't even hecking matter anymore, and Guzma momentarily curls his pillow around his ears to drown out the sound of her voice. This was a mistake...he's practically awake already, but this has become a battle and by god, he is neither going to back down nor is he going to lose. But Guzma knows the only way to end this is to take matters, and this wretched, little goblin, into his own hands.

He drags his hands down his face, swings himself out of his hammock, and stomps to the front door, nearly wrenching it off whatever hinges the poor, old, dilapidated slab of wood still sticks to.]

Yes...Ren. I like to sleep. I like it a whole hecking lot, yeah. [He grabs her very suddenly, tucks her under one arm like a football, and carries Ren right back to his hammock.] So you n' me are gonna go to sleep. Right now.

[HOLY heck???

No potential game of tag could've prepared her for the way he busts through that door and while she's tensed up, ready to amble off to the great tag beyond, away from his you're it clutches, he swoops and grabs her without much ado.

He's talking about sleeping and she's staring at the ground like it's lava-why did he even grab her?? Was something scary below her? Should she be on the lookout for moving shadows? Heck. Frick. She raises her hands to clutch to the arm holding her up, which is difficult with the rock in the palm of her hand, curling her feet upwards too, in case something weird is going on and she's unable to figure it out. Why did he pick her up?

At least it's quiet?? Now?? For real?? She's not struggling, just nervously clinging to him and staring at the floor. It's fine.

Also the ash from her fingers that transfers to his arm when she tries to clutch him? Also fine. If he ever lets her be the free elf she's meant to be, he might understand the meaning behind-]

How do you make your drawing sleep? So it doesn't move anymore?

Edited (HM WORDS????? words) 2018-04-14 23:43 (UTC)

[It's blessedly quiet, and GUzma breathes out as he drags himself and this tiny nuisance back to his hammock, peering through the darkness and wondering how in the loving heck Luna can sleep through all this. She's a heavier sleeper than even he is, in this case, and he envies her to no end. Blessed be she who sleeps through this nonsense. Whatever she's got, he wants some. No more of this early rising bullcrap. Sleep is good and he likes it very much. The sun is for losers.

Just as Guzma is about to dump Ren into his hammock, yawning openly, he blinks at her comment and pauses. What in the world is she talking about? Drawings? He can just barely see the ash on his arms from where she touched him and raises a dark brow in confusion, his face screwing up a bit. Girl, please, he'll probably take a rinse once he gets up anyway, but still...keep your grubby mitts to yourself, please and thank.]

Wha...huh? [Lord, his brain is still in standby - he's not awake enough for deep thinking. PLEASE LET HIM SLEEP, YOU TERRIBLE GREMLIN.] The heck're y'all talking about?

[One day, she might feel bad about ruining his life. There might be a point where she looks back on her past and thinks Boy that Guzma. Good guy. Sure put up with a lot.

But today isn't that fake hypothetical day. They're living in reality and that means instead of offering any kind of meaningful explanation, she tries to raise one of her arms high into the air, shaking it to let the sleeve fall back. It's covered in ash, spread about in an intricate, familiar pattern and some big blotches from where it rubbed against her clothes.

Look, she's got tattoos!! Incredible!!]

It's like your paintings-[Pause]-drawings? That thing? It goes away on me.

[All Guzma can see in the dim light of his home is a dirty little arm flailing wildly in front of his face. He blinks for a moment before setting Ren down in his hammock, moving aside his blankets and stuffed centipuppy plush (which he will offer her to snuggle with in a moment) before sitting down himself and offering his large hand to her to offer up her little, noodly arm for him to inspect.

Paintings? I mean, there's...something there, and he frowns as he rubs his fingers through the dirty marking and rubs them together before putting them to his face to give a testing sniff. Ash, that's good. He wouldn't be very happy if she was rubbing some sort of poisonous substance on her skin, and Arceus knows there's plenty of that to be found or discovered on the islands.]

My--...oh, you mean these? [Guzma holds out his own arm, where the mark of his former team are painted expertly in purple body paint. He's done it so many times that even applying the tattoo with his less dominant hand has become an easy task for him now.] It's not--...well, I guess it kinda is a drawing, but s'called a tattoo when you apply it to your skin like I do. Mine's not permanent either, but it takes way longer for it to go away.

[Guzma's not to the point where he can have someone jabbing him with a needle for hours just yet. Probably never, to be fair. Body paint is more costly, but he's learned to live with it.]

[Sweet freedom. Ren didn't sign up to be carryout. That's not the part time job she scoured island Cragslist for and she's happy to be free from his hold to live her best life on this hammock. For good measure, she peers at the ground one more time to play Spot The Danger or whatever scary thing that may have caused him to grab her.

But there's nothing and her eyes fall back to him and the way he studies her beefy arm. There's a vast difference between the little symbol she tried to doodle in ash versus the one he drew in paint and while she's listening, she holds up her arm against his, pushing them side by side. With the original image in front of her eyes, she tries to smear the ash with her finger in an attempt to make it look similar and-

Makes it worse in the process. Oh well. Pretend she was trying to doodle an ash pile on her arm and it's perfect.]

Your 'tattoo' looks pretty. Did you draw more? Can I see them?

[Feeling the warmth of another hands press against his makes Guzma blink - he's still not entirely awake, but just as well - and he tilts his head to one side as Ren tries to redo her makeshift tattoo to look more like his own. Gosh...this kid... How come she's so dang cute? He's snickering a bit as he rocks his hammock a little bit, so they're swinging just slightly. She's trying to imitate him and that's hilarious and precious.]

More? Nah, I don't got no more n'just these two on my arms. But be careful if y'all ask for a tattoo, darlin'...getting a real one is permanent, and it ain't as easy as just painting nice on y'all's skin.

Stick to the fake tattoos, yeah? [Guzma's certain he'd punch out anyone that tried to jab his little Ren with a needle for hours on end. Even if it was to give her the Team Skull logo. Especially if it was to give her the Team Skull logo.]

[The swinging has a calming effect on her and she leans against him as the hammock sways, following the pattern on his arm with her eyes and looking at her own. There's no point in making any tiny adjustments to her ashy arm-she ruined this attempt, but she's got far too much free time and there's always tomorrow. One day she'll get it right. Maybe Luna can help and they can play after they paint fun tattoos on their skin.]

Okay, I will.

[The quiet discussion, the sleeping girl nearby and rocking hammock make her feel kind of drowsy, but she's determined to Stay Awake a bit longer and in an attempt to do so, she holds up her dirty finger.]

I can put another tattoo on you.

[Were he not still so tired out, Guzma would have offered to actually paint on a tattoo for her as well - he's done it to a few of the other Grunts, after all - but the thought leaves him after he yawns openly, shifting a bit to lay back in the hammock with Ren by his side. Sorry, girly, but he's not giving up on sleep just yet - the sway of the hammock was lulling this big lug back to sleep as well.

So he sighs at her request and pulls up the blanket over them. Is this what it's like to actually babysit? Luna's been pretty good for a brat - she goes to bed on time and...kind of listens to him. Sometimes. Ren is a bit more difficult, despite being seemingly older. Hm, got to work on that, but he knows something that might get her to hit the hay with him.]

Maybe later, yeah? Right now we ought'a get some more sleep... Ain't gonna be no fun if I fall asleep while y'all is working. Won't see the finished product once it's done.

[Ren is a Free Elf and being mildly difficult is her middle name. The wide-eyed, very much awake, look in her eyes remains, but the sudden addition of a warm blanket changes things. He's not wrong about how disappointing it would be to see him fall asleep while she's turning his arm into an artistic masterpiece and that statement is enough to make her silently agree, falling back against him when he lays down and she goes to shut her eyes and-

Then abruptly opens them. Says nothing and scoots herself up a bit, so can rest her head against his fluffy hair, lightly patting it down like he's one of her cats, if he doesn't move away from her.

It's fine. She's going to sleep. This is her routine. Accept the head pats.]

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