Ruth
He looked up at the trees as well, not actually expecting to see anything. Instead, a beautiful web could be seen, with a bunch of little dots on it. A much larger Galvantula could be seen near it, so it was safe to assume the little dots were other baby Joltiks.

"Wahaha! Must be bug matin' season around here!"

He turned back to face Guzma, who still had the tiny Joltik on his finger.

"Better question would be, how did that little guy get down here?"

He wasn't entirely sure how he could return the small Pokémon, either.
James
He stared for a moment, floored by the intricate pale yellow structure, electrified he was sure. "I been here for two minutes... An' already I'm seein' shit like this..." He mumbled, staring up at the nest. 

Careful not to knock the tiny electric type on his finger, he used his other hand to grab his phone to take more pictures, once again checking that the flash was still off. The lighting wasn't great, but rather that than possibly cause them to start attacking. 

"He probably fell." Guzma said quietly, swapping his phone for Ribombee's Pokéball. He checked carefully on the Scolipede to make sure it was okay with the fairy's presence, then held out the tiny Joltik to her. "Can you take him home?" Ribombee didn't seen to have any trouble scooping up the Joltik, silently moving toward the nest to set it on a nearby branch - obviously not wanting to touch the nest itself.
Ruth
He watched the small Joltik return to his home, the tiny yellow dots celebrating the return of their lost family member. Wattson smiled, looking up at the Ribombee.

"Sure is useful having a Pokémon with wings. Too bad all of the Electric ones with wings aren't very good in battle!"

He laughed, walking over to Guzma, standing next to him. He looked down at the phone he had.

"Wahaha! Look's like you're a fulltime photographer in your spare time! I met one kid like that a long while ago! He was.. Interesting, to say the least."

He tried his best to remember his name, but to no avail.
James
He shook his head slightly as Ribombee returned to perch delicately on Wattson's shoulder. 

"I dunno about that. Vikavolt can be damn fierce if you can get around it's low speed." He said with a shrug. "And I'm pretty sure most other electric types are fast as hell, so what's one slow mon?"

He looked down at the phone, shaking his head again. "Nah. I just don't get to see this kinda thing in Alola so I want somethin' to look back at." He admitted. "Ain't somethin' I do normally."
Ruth
Wattsom shrugged, remembering the Vikavolt he recieved from one of his friends.

"I like my speedy electric types! Well, Magneton isn't too fast.. Looks like that even I don't follow my own philosophies! Wahaha!"

He looked down at the phone, seeing one of the most recent pictures he took. Instead of being sarcastic, a genuine smile grew on his face.

"You're actually pretty good at it, though! You could release a picture album exclusively for bug types! I know quite a few folks who would enjoy that."
James
Looking down at the photos, he looked at the picture of the Ariados he'd taken earlier. "I really don't know what I'm doin' with camera stuff. I just point and shoot, y'know?" 

Maybe if he could pick up a couple things though, he could sell a few calendars or cheap books or something. The funds would help. "But I might look into it... Any extra cash I can get would help." 

His attention shifted again as one of the Venipede beside him started moving again, scuttling around slowly, investigating them. Guzma smiled slightly, watching it. It was almost tempting to try and catch it, but he was pretty sure mama Scolipede wouldn't like that. Even if bugs weren't known for being hands-on when it came to parenting.
Ruth
Wattson nodded, definitely believing that he could make that idea become a reality. Even if he didn't know much about photography, the pictures he took were still great, and other people would definitely see that. A few minutes of silence passes, as the two kept watch of the Venipedes, the mom snoozing away right next to them. She probably just wanted an excuse to take a nap. Wattson turned over to Guzma, so he could tell him something he likes to tell everyone.

"Wahaha, I use it be a sailor, ya know? Traveling the vast oceans of Hoenn!"
James
"You lil guys really do remind me of my Golisopod before he evolved... Though you don't look so scared." He chuckled quietly, drumming his fingers lightly against the red shells of the small bugs, more than content to just sit and pass time here. It was a great spot. 

"What?" Guzma looked up again as Wattson continued, his brow forming a confused frown. "A sailor? I thought you said you didn't like water types."
Ruth
He scoffed, wrapping an arm around Guzma's shoulders.

"Of course I hate water types! I also hate water, too! I was a sailor, yet I stayed within the interior of the ship most of the time.."

He laughed, but not too loudly, as to not disturb the sleeping Scolipede. 

"I spent many years stuck inside that ship! Then I had to live in Hoenn, with even more water! Do you realise how utterly *Boring* Water can become?!"
James
"But if you hated water, then why become a sailor in the first place?" Now he was even more confused, scratching his head as he pulled a face. 

"I mean... I ain't as old as you so maybe I just don't get it yet, but I don't think it's borin'. I love Alola, an' it's made of islands surrounded by water. Where I lived at the top of a cliff, if I left my bedroom window open I could hear the waves crashin' on the rocks. For a long time that was the only reason I ever got to sleep at night. An' Mantine surfin's a lotta fun." He didn't consider himself a water baby. Not by any means, but... Well, he was an Alolan native. There wasn't much else to do aside from water-based activities, unless you were willing to fork out for skiing lessons and all the equipment. 

"An' why not move away from Hoenn? Plenty o' mainland regions for you to go to."
Ruth
He sighed, feeling his legs get tired again. He quickly plopped himself on the ground, as he thoroughly thought of the answers to his questions.

"My dad was a well respected sailor in Hoenn. He 100% expected me to follow in his footsteps, no matter how much I persisted."

He scratched the back of his head, and looked at Guzma as he spoke.

"I guess it wasn't all too bad, though. I used a lot of that time on the boat to study Pokémon. I also got to meet Drake and Bligh. If you're unfamiliar, Drake is part of the Hoenn Elite 4, and Bligh was the gym leader at Sootopolis, before Wallace."

He thought about why he hadn't thought about moving away from Hoenn. He didn't really know how to answer at first.

"Well, let's just say, I know people in Hoenn. I've watched people grow, like Norman's baby. I have treasures friends in Hoenn, like Drake. I have rivals too, of course. Me and Bligh were good friends, until he decided to associate with water types!"

He held his fist up in the air, with an angered expression. After. Age seconds, he lifted his hand down, and laughed. 

"I had my wife too, of course, though not anymore. I guess to answer your question, my worst fear is leaving behind all the friends I've made, and all the people I watched grow up."
James
The tall man looked up, listening to him to explain and remaining silent as he spoke. Though he did eventually look down again, eyes on the Venipede but his ears still focused on what was being said. 

"I think I get it." He said quietly, lifting a hand to the back of his neck again. He wasn't familiar with those names, nor where those places in Hoenn were exactly, but it didn't really feel like he needed to. 

"Yeah, no, I do. I get it. I mean I was a weird sorta father figure for a buncha rogue teens for a while, an' even though it woulda been easier for me to leave Alola and start fresh somewhere else, I didn't wanna leave 'em. So..." He shrugged. 

Man, the last person he had expected to share anything in common with was an old electric gym leader. But surprisingly they seemed to be getting along. It was... Unexpected. But kinda nice. Especially nice not to be judged for his past, giving him a chance to actually show what he was like *Now*. 

"Sorry to hear about your wife though... Couldn't have been easy."
Ruth
He smiled for a quick moment to show his appreciation, but quickly laughed afterward, standing back up.

"Wahaha! Don't worry about me. I've learned throughout my life that I live for me, and only me! Revolving my life around other people isn't how I work."

He stretched himself out, staring down at one of the small Venipedes. 

"I like you, Guzma. You're a relatable, handsome fella. I love seeing how people change as they grow older. That's what keeps me going."

He took his sunglasses out of his pockets, and wiped them off with his shirt. He proceeded to put them on, and smile at Guzma.

"You've still got your whole life ahead of you. Never forget that. If you have a dream, or wanna do anything, then do it. The worst thing you can do is wait."
James
A grin spread across his face as he looked down at the bugs, only lifting his head to glance at Wattson a moment later. 

"An' I guess you ain't so bad for an old guy." He said with a chuckle, no hint of any malice in his tone. 

He looked down again, finding it difficult to look at people when he was opening up. He'd spent so long closed off that he still couldn't find it in him to see their face when he said something - some small voice in the back of his mind still paranoid that he was going to see them laughing or sneering at him, or looking at him like he was a monster that had just kicked their Rockruff. He knew Wattson wasn't like that. They didn't know each other well, sure, but he could tell that wasn't the kind of guy he was. That didn't stop the little 'What if' voice though. 

"I had my original dream snatched away from me. But I ain't gonna let 'em take this one too. I'm gonna make sure I finish this build. Even if I gotta work 'til my hands bleed." He muttered, looking up at the Galvantula nest to occupy his gaze.
Ruth
"While it's never a good idea to wait..."

He paused, watching as the mama Scolipede awakened. Her babies gathered around her, obviously very hungry. She looked at the two for another few seconds, with a pleased look in her eyes. They eventually made their way back within the forest, hopefully so she can feed her babies. Wattson let out a genuine laugh, and smiled.

"...Right now is always the best time do to it. You can do anything you wanna do, I'm convinced of that. I'm sure you have plenty of friends and family who will agree to that. Even if you think you don't, I'm well assured that you do."
James
Ash coloured eyes turned back to the Scolipede as she rose, feeling a twinge of disappointment at the sight of the huge bug leaving. His Ribombee seemed to sense this, returning to him and offering a soft yellow pollen puff with a soft chirp. 

"Always an open book to you, huh missy?" He smiled, taking the puff with one hand and popping it into his mouth, letting the sweet fluff dissolve on his tongue like cotton candy as he gently scratched her head with a finger. 

"Yeah. You're right. All the friends an' family I got are broke too, but we're all chippin' in to make it happen. It's nice. An' it's closure I think we all need." He nodded in agreement, looking up as something sparked above. The Galvantula nest sparked again, and began to glow yellow, illuminating the shadowed canopy. It had started to get a bit dimmer - it must be later than he realised.