[Guzma watches Archie with the same focused aggression a guard dog might an intruder. He's rigid, untrusting, and frankly fucking pissed. What Archie says does nothing to help the matter, but he thinks this guy's a damn fool if he's under the impression this is over.
It's far from.
He's silent as Archie approaches, staring up at him with a dangerous look in his eye, which is made all the more poignant with the blood dripping down his face.]
Yeah. We do.
[He finally says, taking Archie's hand that's offered and pulling himself up. His grip's a bit harder than what's necessary--either on purpose, or because of his Herculean strength. Either way, it probably feels like his hand's about to be crushed by the time Guzma's to his feet, and releases it.
Wordlessly, he holds his hand out for his glasses.]
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It's far from.
He's silent as Archie approaches, staring up at him with a dangerous look in his eye, which is made all the more poignant with the blood dripping down his face.]
Yeah. We do.
[He finally says, taking Archie's hand that's offered and pulling himself up. His grip's a bit harder than what's necessary--either on purpose, or because of his Herculean strength. Either way, it probably feels like his hand's about to be crushed by the time Guzma's to his feet, and releases it.
Wordlessly, he holds his hand out for his glasses.]