“ Seriously? This is ridiculous, I’m uncomfortable in what I’ve got on when it’s this hot. “ She looked down to the poketch on her wrist, switching to the weather application— “ It’s 20 degrees! Er, well—wait, “ she clicked the screen of the device again, “ Or 68, I guess you all probably use the same systems as Unovans, right? Well… “
Hikari cut her temperature discussion short for a second, noting the strange behavior of the pokemon near the tall, bizarre man. It was late in the afternoon, nearly evening—but she was fairly sure this species was still nocturnal. And usually native to johto, at that. What were they doing here? And doing out? What were they… doing?? The milkshake shifted in her hands, and she lowered it to her side as she observed the pokemon… wrestling? Playing? What was the big one doing with all the littles?
“ Mmm… well, yeah, I’m not from here. I’m kinda… from all over? “ But, mostly cooler places. Hikari had never enjoyed her stay in more tropical latitudes, especially not when they were humid—at least this chain of islands wasn’t swampy. “ Sinnoh, originally. That’s where I grew up. From there, I’ve been all over. That may be why… whatever it is your pokemon is doing seems… kinda odd to me? “
Unceremoniously, she shoved the milkshake into the hands of the tall man as she walked past him towards his pokemon. Then, she honed in on the peculiar behaviors of the spiders. “ What’s going on with them? Are all these little ones wild? They are, aren’t they… and why are they out before sundown? “ She stopped to look over ( and up ) at the man for a split second, then back to the green arachnid, asking even more questions. “ Isn’t this a species native to Johto? They normally only come out after dark, from what I saw there. Are they an invasive species here in Alola, or is there a separate native population? “
Okay, jeez, she’s talking way too much ( and way too fast ) as if she really thinks he has the time or even cares enough. But it doesn’t look like she cares if he cares or not, because she keeps going, and suddenly there’s a half-empty milkshake being shoved into his hand and she’s strolling past him for a better look at where his Ariados is letting the Spinarak crawl and wrestle all over it, chirping at the babies with antennae wriggling.
“Uh.” Guzma scratches his cheek. “A lotta folks immigrated from Johto long time ago. Might’a got brought over from there.”
Guzma follows her gaze back to the Pokémon, his brows furrowing deeper and creases forming in his forehead. The babies are acting weird, no doubt about it. He knows all about Bug-types, and he raised his own Ariados from a Spinarak many years ago. Their behavior looks like...
“... Their mama is probably gone. Might only be up ‘cus they’re hungry.” By gone he means-- well, it should be obvious, but it goes unspoken between them. “Dunno, Ariados heard ‘em 'n’ wanted to check. I guess.”
If they’re orphaned, then... Guzma’s tough on the surface, sure, but he’s not heartless and he’s not about to let them fend for themselves when they’re still so tiny and helpless. There’s a Pokémon Center not too far from here, he’s just gotta safely get them there. Eyes flicker to her briefly, then back to the Pokémon. He sighs.
“I should get ‘em somewhere safe.”