Send me a ❖ and my muse will kiss yours . accepting ! . @shvrker
In the end Guzma is a huge coward, a bloody chicken when his feelings were involved. Oh how he would give half of his soul to actually feel as aloof as he acted out to be, only half though, you don’t go selling whole souls that’s just common sense. And how do you tell a subordinate you… maybe.. quite frankly.. have maybe some feelings for them? Asking Plumeria was no help, as she just pushed him so hard he toppled over and had to grip the nearest solid surface so he wouldn’t actually fall on his face, this happened to be the EXACT grunts chest and wasn’t that a mess he wanted to forget.
Apparently some of the other grunts had seen this too, because now they thought they could get all chummy with him and tease him on his PATHETIC crush. So what if he let Darce sleep over at the mansion, some of the other grunts were resident there permanently anyway the guy had a hard home life Guzma could relate. This wasn’t ( it was ) some weird protective feeling kicking in he swore it wasn’t ( it totally was who was he kidding ).
So there he was, really REALLY unsure how he got to this damn situation. The grunts thought it was a great idea to play spin the bottle in the great hall and if you wanted to get to the godamn kitchen you had to go through their dumb game and HOW CONVENIENT it had landed on Guzma while he was hopping over the fallen chandelier. Guzma was sure he had given each one of these grunts a daily tasks, and those weren’t easy stuff either, they did not have time for spin the bottle.
So there he was, standing dumbfounded before Darce who was FURIOUSLY blushing under his scarf, like the whole situation wouldn’t get any worse it seemed like Guzmas whole neck was also beet red.
“ You really had to play the kissing version of this game, what’s wrong with good old truth or dare ?? “ It’s a aversion tactic, a last chance to get this whole farce to stop, because Guzma was a big boy and big boys did not run away from situations like this. Yes he meant literally run, emotional running was a completely different thing.
“ Nothings wrong with little smooching boss !! “
Oh he was going to kill whoever shouted that, mark his words.
“ Ugh FINE !! “ he really had nothing to loose so why the heck not. Taking the front of Darce’s tank he yanks the scarf away from the other guys lips before crashing his lips to his. The kiss, in retrospect, wasn’t all that graceful, more like smashing of faces but at that moment it was AWESOME and almost like HEAVEN.
“ I hope that was good enough for y‘all. “ he half shouts when actually releasing Darce, glaring at the rest of the group before gesturing the grunt to ‘talk to him later’.