[Guzma seems so proud of himself. He's not actually, not that he's ashamed either. Just, he knew the outcome would be this, and to be proven correct by reality was just its own sweet reward.]
A'iight, Pinsir, you can have one—Dammit Pinsir!
[Pinsir barely lets him finish before the greedy goblin is over there, and Guzma doesn't react fast enough. Not till Pinsir's eaten six. Returned to his ball, Guzma lets out an annoyed groan, before he grabs one of the bags he had on Golisopod earlier and drags it over.]
So—did you get off or whatever?
[An odd question, but he can't imagine why else this weird man was so adamant on making a wager if it wasn't something... y'know...]
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[Guzma seems so proud of himself. He's not actually, not that he's ashamed either. Just, he knew the outcome would be this, and to be proven correct by reality was just its own sweet reward.]
A'iight, Pinsir, you can have one—Dammit Pinsir!
[Pinsir barely lets him finish before the greedy goblin is over there, and Guzma doesn't react fast enough. Not till Pinsir's eaten six. Returned to his ball, Guzma lets out an annoyed groan, before he grabs one of the bags he had on Golisopod earlier and drags it over.]
So—did you get off or whatever?
[An odd question, but he can't imagine why else this weird man was so adamant on making a wager if it wasn't something... y'know...]