[You better believe he's stuffed his shirt full of fruit, using one arm to keep the fruit from falling out the bottom. His speed at collecting fruit was impressive to say the least, but it was all for naught as he was lifted into the air. All the fruit he had gathered pouring out of his shirt like some sort of comical waterfall as Sun himself squirmed in Guzma's grasp trying to pry himself lose, use his tiny arms to punch the older man, or even just squirm out of his own shirt. He wasn't successful yet. Clearly all the squirming was of some childish tantrum, sore from his loss in battle and backed into a corner. He huffed indignantly, not yet tired from his thrashing.]
Yeah?! What do you even need this fruit for!
[Cuz you know, clearly Sun had the superior reason despite not once mentioning it before.]
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Yeah?! What do you even need this fruit for!
[Cuz you know, clearly Sun had the superior reason despite not once mentioning it before.]