Goodbye, Dinner, Rejection, Tell, Life (if you wanna do any of these with any of my other characters instead of mando, go for it)
Goodbye and Rejection (AKA Phil is horrible to Guy) "Out." Coulson orders flatly, throwing Guy out the door by the scruff of his shirt. The little man catches a hold of his pester pal's arm, latching onto it in defiance. "Say plea-" His ass hits the snow, the jacket he'd been anchored to having been shrugged off and whipped back on before he can finish. "Goodnight, Guy." The door shuts and the porch light snaps off. "...Goodnight."
Dinner) Tis the season. At no other time of the year would Guy go out of his way to give a human larva anything. The snow had gotten to him. As polished as it made this city, it made it unbearably cold. He and the puffy haired boy slurp hot soup together. The happy sounds the child makes here and there dare to push his lips into a smile, but he'd made his company promise not to say a damn word until he'd left. He doesn't need to be getting attached and taking home any pets.
Tell) "Those pants make your butt look fat." And that's when Alanna used Guy for archery practice.
Life) Not an hour ago, Guy had been sharing George's couch with snot drenched tissues. He'd been one phone call away from turning himself in to intergalactic authorities after Gabriel had split. By either chance or fate, the doctor had called him to ask how he'd been holding up.
Now, they stood on the sidewalk outside George's apartment complex, watching fire crews put out the smoldering remains of it. A punk a few floors bellow his had been dabbling in magic that caused a massive explosion. Guy had felt something was amiss and dove both of them out the window. "...You're welcome to stay at my apartment." Guy offers. George sighs, not taking his eyes off the scene. "As long as you wear underwear at all times."
