[Crud, she's here, and Guzma's nearly tempted to throw himself back inside to avoid the confrontation he has to get over with. He nearly fumbles with the little wrapped bundle and shoved it deep into his pocket before Ren has a chance to get too close to him. Why does this have to be so hard to do? He's not the emotional or sentimental type (only he really, really is), and giving gifts is...tough. For him, anyway.
Especially one that means a lot to give.
He huffs, a bit red in the face and breathes out when Ren finally comes up to him, fiddling with the gift he has in his pocket...none too subtly.]
Y-Yo...hey there, angel. How you doing? [WOW, LAME. WHY DONT YOU ASK HER ABOUT THE FREAKING WEATHER, TOO??]
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Especially one that means a lot to give.
He huffs, a bit red in the face and breathes out when Ren finally comes up to him, fiddling with the gift he has in his pocket...none too subtly.]
Y-Yo...hey there, angel. How you doing? [WOW, LAME. WHY DONT YOU ASK HER ABOUT THE FREAKING WEATHER, TOO??]