A few curious Meowth had wandered over to watch the sudden fight between the two trainers, as if interested in why there wasn't a Pokémon battle. One of the bolder Meowth got close to Guzma in order to tap Team Skull's leader on the head. He was still on his hands and knees, which made it easy enough for the curious feline Pokemon to get in a few good bats of its paw against Guzma's head. The Meowth batted its paw a bit harder when the taller man didn't respond to the first few attempts.
Nanu, despite feeling winded and a little concerned with how the tussle may escalate between himself and the younger punk, couldn't help but smile faintly at the Meowth. It just figured that the Pokémon didn't care that there was an ongoing fight; it wanted attention from Guzma, and it was clear enough that he wasn't in the mood to give it.
Guzma irritably swatted away the Meowth when it got too close, and lifted his head to glare at Nanu.
"You done yet, kid?" Nanu seriously doubted it, but figured there was no harm in asking just in case the punk did realize he was in no shape to be picking a fight. The intensity of the glare being leveled at the older officer said otherwise.
"You kiddin' me? That was nothing, old man." It seemed to be too much of an effort to retain his stare, because Guzma ended up hanging his head again as he struggled to even out his breathing. "Gonna…" Guzma appeared to be struggling for both air and an answer, and that was when Nanu decided he should take advantage of the fact that the younger man was still on the floor and unable to throw a punch at present.
"You going to wheeze at me or fight?" Nanu deadpanned as he crossed the short distance between himself and Guzma.
"Back off, geezer." Guzma warned, though the threat fell short when the most he could do was keep himself on his hands and knees while trying to breathe. "Or I'll…"
What Guzma was going to do was cut short as Nanu crouched down alongside Guzma and pulled the young man's legs out from beneath him, causing Guzma to let out a shot 'omph' as he ended up on his stomach.
Guzma hissed a cuss under his breath as he propped himself up on his forearms, intent on getting up, when Nanu spoiled the plan by pinning the younger man against the floor.
What Nanu forgot was that Guzma still had some fight left in him, which was shown when the younger man suddenly rolled over, pitching Nanu off of him. The red eyed man grunted as he hit his back, and bit back a groan when Guzma flopped onto him.
"How you like that?" Guzma laughed breathlessly, shifting so that most of his weight was pressed to Nanu's chest. "How 'bout I break some of those ribs for ya?"
Nanu hastily jerked his body to one side, which moved the younger man off of him enough so that he could roll over. Nanu hit Guzma's back and hastily hooked an arm around the punk's throat. Nanu held on for dear life when Guzma began to buck and try to throw him off, the younger man obviously displeased with the way the tables had been turned on him.
"Heh, tired out already…old man?" Guzma taunted, clearly hearing Nanu's labored breathing. The younger man's own tone, however, gave away the hint of nervousness over what Nanu would do to him in this position.
Nanu didn't bother responding; he just held his forearm tight across Guzma's throat.
"Get off of me." Guzma wheezed out, trying to use one of his arms to lever himself up off of the floor enough to give him enough room to shove the older officer against the nearby wall.
Nanu held on as he rested his legs on either side of the punk's, to make it even more difficult for Guzma to free himself. Nanu supposed the error the younger man had made was allowing for Nanu to get a grip on him. Guzma had no way to get the officer off of him, as Nanu had the upper hand in leverage for the time being.
"Hey! Stop…that." Guzma began to desperately try to roll to the side to get Nanu off of him, but the older officer held on grimly and kept up the pressure, forcing Guzma to remain pinned to the floor. Guzma swore, "You tryin' to kill me...old man?"
Nanu said nothing.
Panic seemed to take hold of Guzma then as he apparently came to the conclusion that Nanu wasn't going to let him go anywhere. The idea made Guzma become more desperate in his erratic movements to free himself, and the younger man eventually resorted to reaching for his belt for his Pokeballs.
Nanu noticed in time and got to the Pokeballs before Guzma, using his free hand to sharply swat the punk's hand away from them. Despite Guzma's frustrated hiss, Nanu plucked the Pokeballs off of Guzma's belt and laid them out on the ground just out of reach.
"Oy. Don't go stealing my Pokémon, geezer." Guzma breathed out, one hand stretching out for the nearest one.
Nanu again prevented Guzma from reaching his Pokémon, though it was more of a gentle swat than before, as the older officer raised his head and met the gaze of several Meowth.
"Take these over there." Nanu indicated the two Pokeballs, and then pointed the far side of the station.
The nearest Meowth picked up the Pokeballs, though they appeared almost reluctant to separate other Pokémon from another trainer.
"Dammit." Guzma cursed, though he almost sounded scared at the temporary loss of his Pokémon while Nanu continued to choke him.
"I thought you wanted to fight me yourself." Nanu reminded Guzma, careful to keep his forearm tight across Guzma's throat, his free hand locking around the other to make certain the younger man had no way to escape his grip. "A Pokemon battle kind of defeats the idea. Unless you were giving up?"
"Dream on…old man." Guzma gasped out. "You…fight dirty."
"And you weren't going to?" Nanu replied, wondering when Guzma would get it through his head to calm down and stop with all of the nonsense. From the way Guzma's hands went straight to Nanu's and gripped his wrist and forearm tight, he wasn't going to calm down any time soon. Nanu closed his eyes and breathed through his nose. This was not something the red eyed officer foresaw doing that night, and it was something he would have rather avoided altogether, but seeing as Guzma went in for a fight, Nanu had given him one, though it clearly had not gone according to the younger man's plans.
"Stop…" Guzma wheezed out, when he felt Nanu pull his arm against his throat a tad bit more firmly.
"You done fighting me yet?" Nanu hoped he was; the red eyed officer wasn't sure how much longer he could keep Guzma pinned down. Not to mention choking the younger man felt wrong to him, even if Guzma had seemed like he had wanted to throttle him earlier. "Give up already. This is pointless and you know it."
Guzma's weak trickle of laughter indicated he would do no such thing, regardless of the fact that he was losing, and badly, at that.
"Have it your way, then." Nanu said with a sigh. It seemed to take ages of keeping his forearm locked around Guzma's throat before the younger man's struggles finally became weaker. Worse yet, small whimpers had begun to issue from the Team Skull leader; yet another sound Nanu never would have associated with Guzma.
Nanu was going to continue to let the pressure hold until the younger man beneath him passed out, but that was when the Meowth in the station all let out varying degrees of angry and startled hisses. It was the only warning Nanu got before two large, claw tipped limbs seized him from behind and all but wrenched the older officer away from Guzma.
A series on furious chitters sounded behind his head as Nanu was unceremoniously dumped on the ground by Golisopod, which had sprung out of its Pokeball because it had sensed its trainer's distress.
Nanu winced as he sat up, noting that Persian was now pressed up against him with its teeth bared at the Golisopod.
The large bug-type Pokemon let out an enraged hiss in return as it crouched over its trainer, its smaller limbs poking its trainer while the two larger limbs provided a protective barrier should Nanu try to get too close to Guzma.
Nanu sucked in a harsh breath at the sight, some guilt seeping in that he'd been very close to choking the younger man out.
Persian pressed its face against Nanu's cheek before making an inquiring sound in his nearest ear.
"It's fine. I'm back." Nanu automatically reached around with his left arm to hug his Pokemon's head against his own. The red eyed man's breathing slowed to something more manageable and at that point, Nanu let out a slow breath. "I know. I know he isn't one of those criminals."
Persian pressed its body tight against its trainer's before it returned to growling lowly at Golisopod, the larger Pokémon still letting out a series of angry chitters as its smaller limbs continued to prod its trainer gently.
A semi-conscious groan rose from Guzma, prompting his Golisopod to carefully pick him up with its small limbs, and cross its two clawed limbs to make sure its trainer wasn't going to be attacked by Nanu again. The apparent glare the bug-type Pokémon sent Nanu made him realize he may have gone a bit too far, if Guzma's Pokémon had felt the need to intervene.
Exhaustion swept over the officer. Shoulders slumped, Nanu let out a long breath before he stilled at the soft, barely there plea that issued from Guzma.
"Please…don't…I'll stop…I'll stop…"
It sounded like Guzma wasn't even speaking to him.
Golisopod let out a soft click as it leaned over and nibbled Guzma's hair. It even held its trainer closer to its body, as if trying to offer some comfort to whatever was troubling Guzma.
Nanu exchanged glances with his Persian again, before he rose to his feet and approached Guzma, acutely aware of the fact that the Golisopod had started to chitter and then let out a loud, angry hiss when the officer apparently got too close for the Pokémon's liking.
"Your trainer started the fight." Nanu told the hissing Golisopod, "And I know I shouldn't have done that, but I'm not going to risk him throwing a punch at me again when he gets his wits about him again."
Golisopod's hiss turned into a series of clicks and chitters, none of which Nanu had any idea what to make of.
"I'm going to handcuff him." Nanu told the Golisopod, as he proffered the cuffs he'd retrieved from the ground. "You can even keep holding him so long as his hands are behind his back so I can cuff them."
Golisopod made what sounded like a disbelieving click, before it seemed to consider the situation thus far. Then slowly and very carefully, Golisopod maneuvered its trainer over with its limbs, and gently prodded Guzma.
"Hey, don't go…listening to him…" Guzma muttered, aware of his surroundings now for the time being. "Gonna…beat him down good."
Golisopod bit down on Guzma's hair in what appeared to be an affectionate way, before it used one of its bigger limbs to maneuver one of Guzma's arms behind his back so Nanu could secure the handcuff around it. Golisopod chittered against Guzma's hair when the younger man made what sounded like the beginning of a protest before it gently prodded its trainer's other arm behind his back.
Nanu would take any help he could get at this point, because honestly, he was exhausted, and if one of Guzma's own Pokémon knew that the punk shouldn't be fighting, the older officer would take advantage of that.
"Stop…" Guzma's mutters had dropped back to the younger man sounding as if he weren't in the present. "Please...stop..."
As soon as Nanu finished securing the handcuffs, Golisopod turned Guzma back over so that it was cradling its trainer again. Upon hearing a faint whimper mixed with some inaudible words, Golisopod held Guzma closer as it chittered reassuringly against its trainer's head.
Guzma's delirious apologies and mutters were a reminder to Nanu that Guzma was just a misguided young man who, from what Nanu could now hear, had suffered from some abuse earlier in life. And here Nanu had been about to choke the life out of him over something that could have been easily prevented by just letting Guzma wear himself out.
Not that any of this would have even happened in the first place if Nanu hadn't goaded the younger man into a fight.
"What is wrong with you?" Nanu let out another, slower breath. "Do you really have to cause such a fuss?"
Nanu heard Golisopod's concerned hiss before the older officer realized that the punk had begun to breathe more erratically than before. It was then that Nanu belatedly realized that he had repeated a phrase that was often reported by others that Guzma said to himself whenever he was upset over losing a battle or the like. The breathing wasn't leveling out, and Guzma was beginning to take in fewer breaths, almost to the point of hyperventilating.
"Hey." Nanu steeped closer and managed to get the Golisopod to let him get near enough to grip Guzma's shoulder.
Nothing.
Guzma didn't even seem to be aware of his presence, let alone his words. Nanu could tell that the Team Skull leader was panicking, and did the only thing that he could think of on the spot. He urged the Golisopod closer, and then leaned in and pulled Guzma to his chest, the taller man's head pressed to his shoulder as the Golisopod hunched over to offer its support as well. It seemed calming Guzma down was more important than keeping Nanu away from its trainer for the moment.
"Breathe." Nanu said, not sure what else to do. When Guzma's breath didn't even out, Nanu jabbed a few fingers into Guzma's abdomen, causing the other man to let out a harsh breath before he sucked in a gasp of air like he finally remembered how to breathe.
"I'll stop…" Guzma suddenly mumbled against Nanu' shoulder. "Please..."
Golisopod let out a worried click and started to nuzzle the side of Guzma's head.
Nanu absently reached up to pat Guzma's head, because he could, and found that the younger man actually sagged against him with a soft sound. With a frown, Nanu let his hand sink into hair further and gave a firmer stroke of his hand, and this time, Guzma pressed closer, handcuffs clinking against his back as if he wanted to return a touch of some kind. Nanu abruptly let go of the younger man's hair as he awkwardly patted Guzma's shoulder. "You should get your Golisopod to set you down."
"Don't want to." Guzma mumbled.
Nanu wasn't sure what to make of that, but he did know that he probably should move his head because he could feel Guzma breathing against the side of his neck. Nanu stepped back and watched as Guzma sagged back against Golisopod, though Nanu didn't like what he saw.
Guzma was looking at him with a lost expression, and when Nanu had moved away from him, the younger man had almost looked…hurt, about something or another.
"Gonna call in reinforcements?" Guzma asked, his usual confidence gone and replaced with something bordering on bitterness and disappointment.
Golisopod seemed to hold its trainer more snugly against it, thought the bug-type Pokémon was careful, as it must have known its trainer was hurt even before the young man had been brought to the station by Persian.
Nanu really was getting to old for this, and threw caution to the winds as he sighed and shook his head. "I don't know what's going on in that head of yours, though I do have to wonder about your comment about the handcuffs."
Guzma's expression morphed into a guarded look, some bluster returning as he looked away and huffed.
"Don't try and analyze me, old man. The handcuff thing just came out wrong. Nothing to read about it."
"Really." Nanu had a feeling there was something to it.
Guzma twitched in response to Nanu's dry tone, and the younger man turned his head back to bare his teeth at the officer. "I said it was nothin'."
"Sure it was." Nanu agreed, as he looked up at the Golisopod. "Hey, hold him still, okay?"
"What. No, Golisopod, don't listen…to the old man." Guzma said breathlessly, though he bit out a curse when Golisopod did, in fact, hug him closer, though it put Guzma's face level with Nanu when the older man approached him.
"What? You still want to fight, geezer?" Guzma bristled, though to recover the situation the punk tried for a grin. "Bet you wouldn't have…much trouble 'cause you handcuffed me."
"Who said I was going to fight you?" Nanu queried, and just to wipe the grin off the other man's face, Nanu went ahead and kissed the punk, digging one of his hands into Guzma's hair as the other gripped the younger man's chin. If nothing else, Nanu figured he would have some peace and quiet by embarrassing Guzma and hopefully getting him to stew in that embarrassment for the rest of the night. It wasn't like Guzma had said the things he'd said earlier with Nanu in mind. The whole comment about the handcuffs had caught Nanu slightly off guard earlier, but the older man figured it was probably something dumb Guzma or one of the other punks living in Po Town had talked about before.
Tomorrow, Guzma would be back to mouthing off at him, taunting him and otherwise making a nuisance of himself.
Tomorrow…
Nanu hadn't actually thought that far ahead quite yet, as he was quite distracted by the fact that the kiss he'd intended as something to embarrass Guzma with had had an unexpected response. Guzma had made a small gasp against his lips like he hadn't expected Nanu to do something like then, before the punk had immediately moaned into the kiss while trying to clumsily return it.
Wait.
Wait just a damn minute.
What was going on? Guzma wasn't supposed to be...well...enjoying this, and from his reaction right now, he was.
Nanu was acutely aware of his lips pressed to Guzma's, and the fact that there wasn't a perverted old man joke somewhere within the gasps of breath during the kiss sent off alarm bells in the back of the red eyed man's mind.
"...Nanu." Guzma moaned softly against the officer's lips, and it seemed like he was absently trying to maneuver himself out of his Pokemon's grip so that he could be held by the older officer instead.
Nanu stopped dead mid-kiss at the shock of hearing the younger punk moan his name, instead of some derogatory term or crack at his age.
That was not what Nanu thought would happen.
At all.
Nanu hastily drew away from the younger man, never thinking for even a second that Guzma had actually been interested in him in that regard. If Nanu had even gotten the slightest inkling that Guzma had been wanted for Nanu to kiss him breathless, the older officer would have dragged the young man to Po Town himself, and then gone back to the station to reflect on his life. What in the world did someone at least half his age see in him other than a sorry wretch who lived alone with too many Meowth and whose mood swayed between disinterest and sarcastic bitterness?
Golisopod let out a confused chitter in the silence that followed the kiss.
Nanu ignored the Pokémon as he narrowed his eyes at Guzma, searching the other's face as he tried to figure out why Guzma had wanted to beat him up and then almost immediately melted into a puddle of goo the moment he was kissed. It didn't make any sense, and Nanu was seriously concerned that he'd only found out by kissing the punk. Though right now, Nanu was wondering why he felt the tiniest bit guilty over the fact that Guzma looked put out that he'd stopped kissing him.
Persian let out a soft sound that suspiciously sounded like a laugh.
Arceus, did Nanu need some sleep, and after that, he needed that serious time to reflect hard on where his life was leading him. Working on and off with the Looker and the others, as well as being Kahuna left Nanu drained most days, and even when he didn't have any big trouble, there was always Team Skull and their shenanigans to deal with. Nanu couldn't catch a break, and Tapu Bulu didn't seem to be bothered with dealing with the punks itself, as that honor was apparently left to Nanu. The red eyed officer groaned. His head hurt, his body was sore from the tussle with Guzma and Nanu could feel a headache forming. The older officer knew that he clearly didn't have his head on straight if he had thought kissing Guzma for any reason was a good idea. It didn't help that the younger man was now trying to goad him back into doing it again for some horrible reason.
"What, you out of breath already, geezer?" Guzma taunted, seemingly recovered from the sudden kiss, and acting, it seemed, as if Nanu hadn't done anything.
Nanu shouldn't have risen to the bait. He knew that he shouldn't have, but he was mentally and physically exhausted, and there was only so much taunting the older officer was willing to put up with from the punk.
"Was that supposed to be a kiss? 'Cause if it was, no wonder you're all alone with a bunch of Meowth for company."
Well, it had been some time since Nanu had actually kissed someone. Nanu fixed Guzma with a hard stare, wondering if the punk just wanted to see if he could get a reaction out of him again, or if he actually wanted to be proven wrong. Well, the officer would react, just not on Guzma's terms. Nanu had had enough for the night, and while it didn't overly bother him, because he'd heard it all before, somehow hearing Guzma insinuate the reason he was alone was that he was a terrible kisser rubbed him the wrong way.
Nanu weighed his options as he turned that idea over, and since he just wanted silence and sleep right now, he wasn't interested in humoring the younger man right now. Nanu was already going to have to deal with Guzma bitching the next morning while the officer figured out what his injuries actually were. If Guzma had been badly hurt Persian would have never moved him, so it couldn't be that bad.
"Meowth got your tongue, old man?" Guzma ventured at length, though there was a thread of nervousness that overlaid the sarcasm.
Golisopod made what sounded like a hiss of laughter over its trainer's statement.
Nanu silently stepped right up to Guzma, and knew that the younger man had nowhere to run with the Golisopod holding him in a snug hug. It gave Nanu some form of grim amusement that the younger man seemed confused, at least until Nanu reached up and cupped Guzma's cheeks in his hands out of sheer curiosity as to the punk's response.
Guzma's reaction was to still and give Nanu a hard, rebellious stare, as if daring him to do something.
Nanu wondered if Guzma been serious about the kiss, then? Not just joking around or making fun of him?
"Well?" Guzma asked, straightening himself up the best he could with Nanu's hands holding him in place. "You all talk, or can you actually use your tongue?" Guzma dared to lean in close and stick his tongue out a bit, meeting Nanu's eyes with his own. "Bet you can't old man. 'Cause you were just messin' with me."
"I really can't imagine why you'd want someone like me to kiss you anyway." Nanu deadpanned, because he really couldn't understand why. "Unless you're so desperate that anyone will do."
Golisopod chittered something that sounded like it was responding to Nanu.
"Hey, you keep outta this." Guzma directed to his Pokémon, before he leered at Nanu. "You scared?" The younger man taunted. "Is the big bad Kahuna of Ula'Ula Island afraid to kiss the leader of Team Skull?"
Nanu wordlessly slid his hands from Guzma's cheeks into his hair, gripping the punk's hair firmly. Nanu noted the absence of the ridiculously over sized glasses before dismissing the thought as the officer pressed his lips to Guzma's in another kiss. Nanu didn't really think about any consequences as he licked a firm line across Guzma's lips, though he did crack a smile when the younger man gasped and parted his lips. But Nanu drew back, only ghosting his lips along Guzma's while the younger man let out a few rapid puffs of breath like he was startled.
"Don't go heaping abuse on me in the morning." Nanu warned. "Just giving you what you asked for." Nanu didn't give Guzma time to respond to that, and instead went to work making sure that every brush of his lips against Guzma's and every nip of his teeth registered in the other man's mind. Nanu figured to prove Guzma wrong about his skill at kissing, and hope that it ended things there.
Guzma's lack of verbal abuse while Nanu was kissing him senseless, however, indicated just how much the younger man wasn't going to say a damn thing to stop Nanu from what he was doing.
Nanu was concerned that he was actually enjoying the kiss a bit too much when he started to drag his fingertips lightly along Guzma's scalp, drawing out thin groans and gasps. Nanu couldn't help but like the way that Guzma let him use both of his hands to maneuver the younger man's head to the angle he wanted it without a whisper of protest. Only when Guzma's breaths became more ragged did Nanu remember that Guzma had been having trouble breathing.
Golisopod interrupted the two trainers with a series of clicks and hisses in what was a clear warning.
It was difficult for Nanu to end the sudden make out, mainly because of the way that Guzma had begun to return the kiss with a low groan of frustration. It was rather satisfying to know that Guzma wanted Nanu to kiss him enough that he was frustrated with the older officer for teasing him with licks and nips.
"You're a terrible kisser." Guzma wheezed in between the kisses, even if he was laughing a little while saying it.
Nanu threw caution to the wind and slipped his tongue in Guzma's mouth, and the shudder that passed through the younger man almost did Nanu in, as Guzma moaned something into the kiss like he hadn't anticipated that Nanu would actually do that. Nanu shifted the grip he had on Guzma's hair in order to tilt the younger man's head to the side as he explored the inside of Guzma's mouth until the punk let out a soft sound and went limp, just letting the older officer do as he wanted.
Nanu became a little too aware of the fact that he liked the way Guzma had given in and let him do as he liked with him. Nanu enjoyed it so much, in fact, that he noticed his body was ready to move things along, and that was enough for Nanu to break the kiss abruptly. There was no way he was even going to consider the idea of sex with Guzma, despite what his body was trying to tell him. There was already a nasty little voice in the back of Nanu's mind that was making him feel like kissing the punk was wrong. Kid was probably half his age, even if all the hints Guzma was dropping meant he didn't give a shit.
Guzma finally seemed to remember the need to breathe. The moment Nanu broke the kiss and drew away from him, Guzma immediately sagged against his Golisopod with a shaky exhale before he just passed out then and there.
Nanu stared at Guzma as Golisopod prodded its trainer gently with a smaller limb. Apparently, overexertion from kisses worked just as well as letting out some steam in a fight.
"What a mess." Nanu let out a slow breath. He was exhausted from the brief scuffle with Guzma. The subsequent unintentional kiss, followed by an intended kiss, was something the older officer tried very hard not to dwell on. Nanu believed he must be getting old if he was this worn out, not to mention he was not thinking things through like he ought to have been. Nanu grudgingly reached over to pat Persian's head when it drew near. "Lot of help you were."
Persian tilted its head to one side, as if not understanding why, since Nanu hadn't been harming Guzma with the kiss.
Nanu rested a hand on Persian's back, before he glanced up at the Golisopod holding the unconscious Guzma. "Hey, bring your trainer over here. May as well let him rest on a bed." Nanu could only hope Guzma said nothing about it, as Nanu felt he were already crossing lines with just kissing the punk.
Why had he even let Guzma taunt him into that in the first place?
As Nanu led the way to one side of the station and began shifting the couch away, he let out a slow sigh. His best bet was to get Plumeria and some of the other youths lazing about Po Town to collect their leader, but after what he'd seen, Nanu felt that it would be best to allow Guzma to let off some more anger against a wretch like him. Nanu felt he may deserve it for trying to choke the kid out, though he was going to take care to pretend that he'd never kissed the punk. It'd be better for the both of them in the long run.
Persian and Golisopod both watched as Nanu tapped the bare wall, before revealing a bed within the wall. Nanu ignored Golisopod's surprise at the sudden bed, before turning around and waving the bug-type Pokémon over. Nanu stopped Golisopod short of laying its trainer on the bed, and indicated Guzma's clothing. "We'll need to get him out of those wet clothes first." Nanu did not want to deal with an injured and sick Guzma, though getting the wet clothes off of the younger man presented another challenge.
With a deep breath, Nanu removed the handcuffs cautiously, as it would just figure that Guzma could have potentially been feigning unconsciousness for this moment.
Nothing.
With a slow sigh, Nanu set the handcuffs aside, and removed Guzma's jacket, followed by the tank top. Nanu couldn't help but look Guzma over. The officer was mildly amused over the fact that Guzma wasn't as fit as he had initially thought the punk would be, but it was clear that he must have worked about for some definition to the muscles he did have.
Golisopod laid Guzma on the bed, and poked at the belt around its trainer's waist.
"Shoes." Nanu prompted the large Pokémon, figuring that Golisopod could manage that. Nanu turned his attention back to Guzma, and carefully kept his eyes on Guzma's face as he undid the belt, before Nanu accidentally glanced down as he pulled the pants off once Golisopod had removed the shoes.
It seemed like Nanu wasn't the only one affected by the kiss and earlier fight.
Nanu decided to leave the briefs on, as well as the ridiculous bug-type Pokémon patterned socks that the older officer was certainly going to bring up to tease Guzma with. Nanu's gaze swept Guzma again before he averted his eyes as the officer wondered if maybe he was the desperate one.
Golisopod must have sensed Nanu's desire to do…something, with its trainer, because it let out a low hiss as it moved Nanu away from the bed before it tugged the sheets and blankets over its trainer and settled down on the floor alongside the bed. It rested it head on the mattress and let out a soft whirl as it gently bumped its head against Guzma's.
Persian jumped up onto the bed and settled on the other side of the Team Skull leader.
Nanu frowned when Guzma subconsciously shifted away from the feline Pokémon and closer to Golisopod. The officer's face was blank when the punk began to mumble in his sleep, his voice a far cry from the confidence that was usually present.
"Please…don't…" Guzma mumbled, sounding lost and frightened. It seemed like he'd reverted to remembering whatever Nanu's careless words from earlier had dredged forth. "Please…please stop…"
Persian pressed its body closer to Guzma's, and with a concerned meow began to groom the young man more vigorously than before as if to comfort him. Golisopod shifted close from the other side of the bed, using one of its large clawed limbs to gently pat Guzma's head.
Nanu slumped in a chair nearby, running a hand over his face as he let out a long, heavy sigh. He really hoped that Guzma would forget about the kisses, and focus on getting all up in his face again with his usual bravado. Or even try to punch Nanu in the face for the kisses.
"Maybe I should go out and buy you guys some treats." Nanu knew for sure he was ready to sleep when he talked to his Meowth about getting them food. Nanu shook his head and picked up a Meowth that had wandered close by. After petting the Pokémon a little bit, Nanu leaned over and pressed his face into its soft grey fur as he let out another drawn out sigh.
This was not how the Kahuna of Ula'Ula Island had intended to spend his night, and the following morning wasn't looking to be any better.