#gcdgetguy

[magichcuse]

🎃 trick or treat ? c:

((This one was giving me a hard time- I was going to do it traditionally, but it didn't end up well and I spent hours trying to make something that looked right. This isn't perfect either, but I like it better than the first version...so I'll take it. I hope you enjoy this!))

[wcddlesquad]

Mission abort, agent ! Do you hear me ? [ static noise ] It's far too dangerous to proceed any further.

—“You’re breaking up, G, I repeat, you’re breaking up!” 

HE WAS NO EAGLE, but he’d trained himself to see like one. With ease he could take action and complete the mission in minutes. There was no doubt that the perpetrator could be lost in an instant with the cloud of trees below him, but he had his keen eyes locked in and ready.He just needed the direct order.

—“This is Jet Pack Guy, do you copy? The perp is in my sights. Permission to proceed?”

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i am your dad ! BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE

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@gcdgetguy (X)

Guy enters without much a word. His eyes shot a brief glance at the door to see if it was shut. He appeared to be mostly composed, until he actually made eye contact with Gary. Then, his brows furrowed in distress.

He opened his beak to speak, but had a hard time actually allowing the words to escape. He paused momentarily to gather the gumption, before finally speaking.

“G ---- Carebear Mountain broke.”

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For once, papers weren’t scattered on his desk. He had filed and organized them prior. Now, rather late in the night, he had nothing else he needed to do. It was his free time. And -- well, what did he usually do in his free time? Ironically, work. Patrol the island, make sure everything is in order. But every now and again, he had to give himself a break.

He leaned back in his chair with his feet propped onto the edge of his desk, an indication he was thinking. --Of course, he was always thinking. But he dedicated this time to delve a little deeper into his thoughts.

As much as he willed himself not to, his mind still managed to wander to what Apollo had said during their fight weeks ago. His brows furrowed at this thought, and his right flipper subconsciously formed into a fist. Finally, standing up, he walked over to the door of his office, opening it and ensuring no one was passing the hallway before exiting. 

Avoiding the command room, (which was usually still quite busy even at night), he took the long way around to get to Gary’s lab. Also known as the Gadget Room, fittingly. He knocked on the doors briefly, before turning the knob to open without a response. He leaned his head in, scanning the room.

“--G? Are you here?”

@gcdgetguy

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@gcdgetguy (X)

It wouldn’t be the first time Guy had  ‘dressed up’, but all other occurrences he had been ushered into by his colleagues, and even then his holiday spirit was still unmistakably lacking. Some face-paint or a hat was often all he’d don.

Uncomfortably shifting in thought, he quickly placed a flipper on Gary’s shoulder to prevent him from waddling away.

---“Heck,  why not? There’s a first for everything, after all. Show me what you got, G.”

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' rookie thought the office could use some color so he painted everything orange. everything us orange. '

—“And here I was thinking that you got a dye job. Orange looks good on you, G.”