Rain fell in sheets in Po Town, as it often did. A few of the younger skull kids were running around in the rain, but most had retreated indoors. You still hadn't figured out what to call them, as they weren't Team Skull grunts anymore. Your boyfriend had disbanded Team Skull after Lusamine's defeat.

Guzma sat cross-legged on the carpet, hunched slightly as he watched the storm go on. The whimpod you'd caught was trembling in his lap from the booming thunder. Guzma ran his calloused palm down the bug pokemon's back to soothe it.

You sat behind Guzma with paint markers in hand, ones made for fabric. You were helping cover up the Team Skull logo on the back of his jacket. He'd originally just slapped red tape over it in a large X. But you wanted to actually do something with it, make it seem more.. Guzma.

You smoothed down the fabric and started tracing the outline of a scizor (that would make a much more creative red X). But when you pressed down, Guzma flinched.