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"Ahh, come on, man. Don't look at me like that."
Like that, meaning with a mix of worry, discontent and annoyance. A fair reaction, considering Guzma's current state - half beaten to death, in the process of being turned into a mummy because of all the patches and bandages the hacker was forcing him to put on, and with the same shit eating grin that caused him to get into yet another fight to begin with. He feels better than he looks. He's standing -- well, he's sitting now, but he's been standing with no problem until a few minutes before, and has enough vitality to still joke about everything, right?
Right. No need to panic.
Dosh answers with a scoff, and leans a little closer to check one of the worst injuries - a missed stab, one at kidney's height, now little more than a somewhat deep cut.
... ...okay, well. Maybe he has his reasons to scold him, all things considered. Scratching the back of his head, Guzma rolls his eyes before leaning on his side, half-absent mindedly listening to Dosh ramble and groan and complain and finally shutting up when the Skull Boss reaches for his face, pulling him in for a kiss meant to calm him down.
One that was supposed to be a peck, but surprising no one lingers on - first because of Guzma, who finally, truly felt like he was relaxing, then for the hacker himself when he returned it, pressing a hand on his chest. Riiiight where he got kicked. Certainly on purpose.
Still with his lips on the other, Guzma wouldn't help but chuckle. Bastard.
