[Guzma loves his Pokemon, and they in turn adore him and listen to him faithfully. He is their trainer, their caretaker, their brother in arms. Of course, each one of his team has it's own nature and personality - Golisopod is calm and quiet, Ariados is energetic and friendly, and Scizor is young and a bit reckless...sort of like he was in his youth. Always wanting to scrap and fight, and getting bored easily. Each are nice enough, if given enough time and space to come around. They're a bit like their trainer in that regard, actually.
And while Golisopod's not the largest Pokemon out there, he's quite wide and has a lot of bulky, pointy bits on him that, erm...get stuck on things, or make it painful when people bump him accidentally. He's well aware, and usually will move aside or stay back (or behind when his Trainer enters a space he can't fit), but his curiosity was piqued. As he leans over the pots, long legs gently tapping the soil, he opens his mouth and a gentle spray of water burbles out onto the soil. It was a bit dry... not terribly so, but maybe just needed another application.
He looks over at Vianca, leans down to nudge his head onto hers, then scoots over to the next pot to repeat the process.]
Heh...not really, but he'd help like what he's doing now, sometimes. Always been eager to please, the big lug. [Lillie would care for plants, and Guzma's mom, too...she had an enormous garden in the back when he was growing up. She loved flowers, and growing plants and herbs. Why else would she name her child after a flower? Guzma is, after all, just an adaptation to the name of an Alolan flowering plant: guzmania bromeliad.] Y'all must remind 'im of his other friend, kiddo.
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And while Golisopod's not the largest Pokemon out there, he's quite wide and has a lot of bulky, pointy bits on him that, erm...get stuck on things, or make it painful when people bump him accidentally. He's well aware, and usually will move aside or stay back (or behind when his Trainer enters a space he can't fit), but his curiosity was piqued. As he leans over the pots, long legs gently tapping the soil, he opens his mouth and a gentle spray of water burbles out onto the soil. It was a bit dry... not terribly so, but maybe just needed another application.
He looks over at Vianca, leans down to nudge his head onto hers, then scoots over to the next pot to repeat the process.]
Heh...not really, but he'd help like what he's doing now, sometimes. Always been eager to please, the big lug. [Lillie would care for plants, and Guzma's mom, too...she had an enormous garden in the back when he was growing up. She loved flowers, and growing plants and herbs. Why else would she name her child after a flower? Guzma is, after all, just an adaptation to the name of an Alolan flowering plant: guzmania bromeliad.] Y'all must remind 'im of his other friend, kiddo.