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Guzma was exhausted. After a full day of terrorizing the public, he needed to get some sleep. Unfortunately, Golisopod had a similar need for sleep that night, and the Pokémon had gotten to Guzma's bed first after leaving its Pokéball the moment Guzma entered the mansion in Po Town. Golisopod currently used only one of the three pillows on the bed.
That wasn't the problem.
What was the problem was that Golisopod was no longer the small Wimpod it had once been. Meaning the Pokemon's now taller and larger bulk took up most of the bed. And Golisopod had decided the very middle of the bed was the best place to settle on its stomach for the night.
Guzma frowned at the bed and his Pokémon before he sighed, straightened himself out of a slouch and admonished Golisopod in a slightly aggressive way.
"Oy, I told you to be on one side of the bed. Not the middle. How the hell am I supposed to sleep with yer damn armor plated bum takin' up most of the bed?"
Golisopod stirred with a faint chatter of protest at being disturbed as it raised its head to look at its trainer in what appeared to be innocent wonder.
Guzma scowled and crossed his arms. After several nights ending up this way he knew that Golisopod was faking its ignorance. It had to have known by now that it was simply too big to sleep wherever it wanted to on the bed like it had before it evolved.
Sometimes Guzma regretted letting his Wimpod sleep on the bed before. The Team Skull boss had had no idea that when it evolved into Golisopod that it would get over six feet tall. Damn bug was taller than Guzma now, which was great for intimidating others but not so much for when he was trying to sleep and Golisopod wanted to be on the bed too.
Guzma felt a hefty bump against his legs and glanced down to find Ariados poking him with its front limbs.
"I'm goin' to bed as soon as Golisopod moves over." Guzma rounded on said Pokémon. "C'mon, move over. I don’t have all night."
Guzma would never again ask any of his bug-type Pokémon to roll over, as it had led to a big misunderstanding. Having an upset, armored and nearly 300 pound Pokémon to deal with was not fun and Guzma could not get his offended Golisopod to battle against anyone for a week. It had only taken less than a minute after speaking for Guzma to realize his mistake.
Bugs die on their backs. So basically, Golisopod had interpreted the words as its trainer telling it that it should roll over and die. It took some convincing on Guzma's part to assure the Golisopod that what he had said was just for it to go to the other side of the bed. Not that he wanted it to die.
At present, Guzma just wanted to go to sleep. And Golisopod was still just staring at him curiously, as if its trainer's request had not registered with it.
"Move over, Golisopod." Guzma repeated; slowly and with an emphasis to show that he was not impressed with his Pokemon’s behavior.
Golisopod stared a moment longer before it made a huff of a chitter. Instead of moving, however, it settled back down on the bed and in fact seemed to sag further into the mattres to let it be known that it wasn't going anywhere.
Guzma kicked his shoes off and got onto the bed to give the nearest armored shoulder a shove. It didn't budge his Pokémon in the least bit, nor did it seem to get its attention either. Guzma scowled and reached out to pat Golisopod on the head.
"You messin' with me after the damn crap we went through today?"
A single inquiring chuff sounded in the silence that followed Guzma's words.
Guzma flipped onto his back and stretched out, half pressing against Golisopod with his shoulder to try and silently urge it to move even a foot to the other side. Guzma heard the Pokémon move marginally before he felt it bite down on his hair to nibble at it while the smaller limbs of the Pokemon prodded Guzma. Guzma waved away one of the smaller arms only to get one of Golisopod’s larger arms draped over his chest.
Golisopod shifted and rested its head on the pillow above Guzma's head as it made a satisfied chitter and let its limb rest a tad bit heavier over Guzma's chest, effectively limiting its trainer's movement.
"Little shit." Guzma grumbled affectionately as he freed his left hand to pat the arm over his chest.
Movement from Guzma's left alerted the Team Skull boss that Ariados had decided get into the bed as well. Guzma turned his head in time to see Ariados staring at him, its head tilted to the side curiously.
"You two plan this out or what?" Guzma huffed at the arachnid.
Ariados waved its front limbs in response before it settled against Guzma's left side, inching up in order to rest its head against Guzma's neck and shoulder.
"Comfortable?" Guzma drawled as he awkwardly reached backward with his left hand to pat Ariados on the head.
An answering series of clicks came from both bug Pokémon.
“Y'all are little shits. Takin' over my bed." Guzma grumbled without any real malice. "Making it hard to go to sleep with you lying on me."
Both Golisopod and Ariados nuzzled their trainer's head in response before both Pokémon dozed off.
Guzma didn't blame them; they worked harder then he did that day in a series of battles. Probably was why he couldn't bring himself to insist they sleep elsewhere in the room or in their Pokéballs.
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Unbeknownst to Guzma, Plumeria took pictures of him snoozing on his bed, boxed in by his Pokémon, where the two bug-type Pokémon had taken to using Guzma's chest and stomach sometime during the night as a pillow instead of the pillows on the bed.
The Team Skull grunts that saw the photos were all in consensus that the sight was adorable. But no one dared say a word about it when Guzma prowled out of his room the next morning, hunched over with an irritable look in his eyes that all but dared someone to talk shit to him so early in the day.
The intimidation was somewhat lost when Golisopod left its Pokéball and picked Guzma up with all of its limbs.
A few of the grunts dared to go speak aloud about the sight of the armored Pokémon hugging its trainer despite the possible fallout.
"Yo, boss, your Pokemon thinks you needed a hug."
”I forgot how damn big Golisopod is.”
"Boss don’t look so tough when ‘is Pokemon’s huggin’ him.”
"Nah, he looks more happy, doesn’t he?”
The grunts made themselves scarce the instant Guzma all but flung himself out of his Pokemon's hold to give chase. The sudden sprint didn't last for very long because of slammed door in Guzma’s face, followed by a click of a lock. Guzma may very well have considered breaking the door down to continue what he started had it not been for Golisopod getting to him first. Guzma made a growl of protest over Golisopod gently restraining him with its shorter limbs while using its bigger arms to tug at one of its trainers arms to insist that Guzma give its head a few pats.
Guzma grudgingly twisted to the side in order to do so and was soon distracted enough by his Pokémon that he forgot he had wanted to beat the grunts behind the closed doors. Especially that one had dared to say he had looked like he needed a hug.
Guzma didn't want or need a hug.
He didn’t.
Really.
Ariados came out of its Pokeball the moment Guzma began to turn his attention to the locked door with a rather dark look in his eyes. Ariados ended any further thought of what was in that room by suddenly leaping into the air in the direction of its trainer.
Guzma automatically reached out and caught the Pokémon. He staggered backward slightly but with Golisopod holding him steady Guzma managed to hoist his Ariados up so it could wrap its front legs around his neck. Guzma felt Golisopod lean over and nibble his hair again as the Pokemon none too subtlety steered Guzma away from the closed door.
Once they’d gotten over to the staircase, Guzma shook his head wordlessly and took a deep breath as he absently pet Ariados’ back. Guzma exhaled slowly before he bumped his head back against Golisopod's affectionately, no longer angry as he half-heartedly chided his Pokémon.
"Little shits." Guzma patted both Pokémon again, unable to help but smile a little. "You're lucky I like you guys."