[it takes him a little while to show up, but-- well, he gets there. like guzma, archie's beat to shit still. hell, he even has a pretty cool scabbed gash across his nose! thanks, guzma!
he shows up with a backpack, crobat in tow as usual. he probably has the rest of his team with him-- though he's also... holding a half-empty bottle of wine, because...
[Like Archie, Guzma is also covered in bruises and scabs, got a busted lip, black eyes (that's not makeup!), swollen nose... When he answers the door, he looks like absolute shit, but are either of them surprised?
When Guzma's eyes fall on that scabbed over gash on Archie's face, his eyes wince slightly. It's for just a moment, before he flatly speaks up: ]
Well, one of us has got to change, and it ain't gonna be me.
[Funny, asshole. But then he looks to the wine.]
Didn't take you for a pompous douche, but I guess you're full'a surprises, huh?
[As he says that, he steps outta the way so Archie can step into his surprisingly clean living room. Well, besides the holes in the wall...]
[Guzma's expression sours at the thought. That was awkward and weird for them both. In a strange way he was...kinda glad to be there for him? But if he could avoid having to deal with that again, he absolutely will.
He takes the bottle without protest, looking at it for a second, before watching as Archie staggers in like the drunk he is.]
Good thing for both of us I'm always stocked.
[Closing the door behind him after nodding to Crobat as he goes in as well, he takes a fat swig from the bottle, grimacing against the flavor.]
I hope there's more than school supplies in that fuckin' backpack.
[here archie is, an idiot, thinking guzma detests him for it, even though he didn't directly reject it. look, he was very drunk when it happened. he barely remembers it, just that he cried like a bitch and it was awkward. everything else from that night is a total blur.]
Hell yeah, brother. [he shoots a shaka sign at guzma with his free hand. crobat takes off and disappears very quickly, though likely in the direction guzma's team are currently in.] I got...
[a slow blink.]
...Whatever it was I said I'd bring over. In the backpack.
[They're both idiots, terrible at communication and assuming shit about each other. Yet here they are, still friends, still suffering each other's existence...
Guzma watches Crobat dart off, knowing he'll find at least Scizor in the kitchen...cleaning things up. Idly, Guzma wonders if he should get him a little apron, sure fucking seems like he should. Not that the thought persists long, with his attention back at Archie.]
...Weed. You said you'd bring it.
[After that, he makes his way to his dump of a couch, letting himself practically fall onto it ass first. Legs sprawled out as he seems fit to take up as much room as possible. Kicking out one leg to rest it on the coffee table.
Aye! Right. It's some strain Magnus has. Somethin' fucked up about it, bro. In a good way. His pal Merle used to grow it and I think he left some magic behind in it.
[archie follows, grabbing the lighter before flopping down onto the couch in a puff of dust. gross, guzma.]
You c'n do all the rollin' and shit. Gimme the wine back.
Oh, I know the stuff. Think Andy gave me some'a that a while back. Shit's fuckin' lit.
[WOW IT'S NOT THAT BAD!! Scizor keeps the place well dusted, but the couch just isn't in the best of conditions, is all! Not when its owner is an angry dude who takes his frustrations out on walls and furniture.]
What? You suck at it or somethin'? Not surprised. [He shrugs, thinks about giving Archie the bottle of wine, but then levels a smirk at him.] Take it from me, bitch.
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i don't know what i want
never mind
talk later
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u kno ur just gonna avoid me like the bitchass coward u r! aint no talkin later were talkin now!
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this aint about him
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my fuckin friend maybe
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SIIIIIGH
WHY CAN'T PEOPLE JUST LET HIM BE MISERABLE AND SELF HATING]
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he shows up with a backpack, crobat in tow as usual. he probably has the rest of his team with him-- though he's also... holding a half-empty bottle of wine, because...
well. he was... whining? it's funny, trust me.]
Yo, let me in! C'mon, shithead!
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When Guzma's eyes fall on that scabbed over gash on Archie's face, his eyes wince slightly. It's for just a moment, before he flatly speaks up: ]
Well, one of us has got to change, and it ain't gonna be me.
[Funny, asshole. But then he looks to the wine.]
Didn't take you for a pompous douche, but I guess you're full'a surprises, huh?
[As he says that, he steps outta the way so Archie can step into his surprisingly clean living room. Well, besides the holes in the wall...]
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[that................... certainly is a threat, archie. he shoves the bottle at guzma as he half-staggers in.]
It's the cheapest shit I could find.
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He takes the bottle without protest, looking at it for a second, before watching as Archie staggers in like the drunk he is.]
Good thing for both of us I'm always stocked.
[Closing the door behind him after nodding to Crobat as he goes in as well, he takes a fat swig from the bottle, grimacing against the flavor.]
I hope there's more than school supplies in that fuckin' backpack.
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Hell yeah, brother. [he shoots a shaka sign at guzma with his free hand. crobat takes off and disappears very quickly, though likely in the direction guzma's team are currently in.] I got...
[a slow blink.]
...Whatever it was I said I'd bring over. In the backpack.
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Guzma watches Crobat dart off, knowing he'll find at least Scizor in the kitchen...cleaning things up. Idly, Guzma wonders if he should get him a little apron, sure fucking seems like he should. Not that the thought persists long, with his attention back at Archie.]
...Weed. You said you'd bring it.
[After that, he makes his way to his dump of a couch, letting himself practically fall onto it ass first. Legs sprawled out as he seems fit to take up as much room as possible. Kicking out one leg to rest it on the coffee table.
As he's about to take another drink of the wine:]
Lighter's by the TV.
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[archie follows, grabbing the lighter before flopping down onto the couch in a puff of dust. gross, guzma.]
You c'n do all the rollin' and shit. Gimme the wine back.
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[WOW IT'S NOT THAT BAD!! Scizor keeps the place well dusted, but the couch just isn't in the best of conditions, is all! Not when its owner is an angry dude who takes his frustrations out on walls and furniture.]
What? You suck at it or somethin'? Not surprised. [He shrugs, thinks about giving Archie the bottle of wine, but then levels a smirk at him.] Take it from me, bitch.