Guzma was loafing around Po Town, kicking his feet up each time he took a step. He was bored, and there was nothing to do. He hadn't battled much lately, and kinda lost motivation to. Not only did he seem to not feel like battling, he didn't seem to wanna do much at all. He held his hands in his pockets and whistled for a second, before going silent again and bobbing his head idly. He tilted his head up a bit and scratched his chin as he continued to shamble around, ignoring the drizzle of rain.