Coming back (open to all)

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Peter let out a sigh as he stood there, back in the halls of this place. He had been told to take a leave of absence due to Guillotine's attack on him down in his quarters many nights ago. The agent who had visited him had told him to keep out of the hellhound's way if he ever saw him again, though Peter wasn't sure on if he would ever see him again. It was hard to be sure of anything really. At this rate, he was kind of more worried about keeping his job than anything else. What had that incident looked like to the higher ups? Did they think that Peter was the one who started it? There really wasn't anyway for the rookie to know just what they were thinking about it.

Another thing he didn't know about was what was gonna happen as soon as he bumped into someone. Sure he meet a few agents before the attack but he hadn't seen them since then. They were most likely busy with missions or being on their own leave of absences for their own reasons. Walking through the halls, Peter found himself feeling a little lost. Just the fact that he hadn't been in these halls in a good long while were at fault for that; his half blindness wasn't helping him there.


(Sorry for the bad opening post. It's been a while since I've rped Peter)

[Guillotine]

Guillotine wasn’t too thrilled to be back at this place. On the bright side he didn’t get dragged back to the PIDA to get yelled at. Instead he was there to get more of his new sedative-like medication. The doctors also ran a few tests and gave the hellhound his vaccinations while he was there. All and all, it wasn’t a bad visit this time around. After all, he got a biscuit for being a good dog. That alone seemed to make the hellhound’s day. To Guillotine’s surprise he had to remain in his hellhound form for the duration of the tests. For that short period of time It felt good to be back in his own skin. Guillotine didn’t mind his human form. Granted, it was a bit irritating at times, but at the same time his human flesh was more appealing to the eye. Guillotine was looked down upon for being in his hellhound skin.This wasn’t surprising, considering how much damage he could do along with his track record. Today would be different, no one told Guillotine to change back into human form after the tests. His beady red eyes and menacing exterior didn’t seem to phase the doctors. He was free to go as he was. Gil couldn’t transform on the street, but behind the PIDA walls he could finally be himself. With a wag of his scaly, grey tail Gil trotted down the hall. His long bear like claws clicked against the floor as he strutted along. The large beast licked his lips with satisfaction. It was lunch time.

The scaly hound strolled down the long hall. Eager to get to his food which was waiting for him in John’s office. A large bag of Kibbles n’ Bits was calling his name. The hellhound had yet to return to savor the taste of human flesh since he moved in with Jesse. The human was strict about his new diet. All Gil could eat now was raw meat and dog food. This combination wasn’t as tasty as human meat. Somehow the hellhound dealt with it.

Guillotine slowed his pace as a familiar aroma streamed into his sensitive nose. What could this smell be from? Out of all the scent trails this place, this one smell just had to catch his attention. After creeping around a corner the hellhound bumped, muzzle first, into an unknown figure. Luckily he wasn’t running or else he might have run this being over. Irritated, the male spat, “You are in my way!” Guillotine’s nose crinkled as his temper began to flare. Couldn’t this person see that he was tracking something here? This man needed to move his ass! As soon as that hardened temper came it slowly began to fizzle out. The sedatives helped with Guillotine’s temper, but it didn't do much for his foul attitude. The beast suddenly cocked his ears forward and raised his head. “OH!?” The hound had been mistaken. This was what the interesting smell was coming from!

The hellhound’s nose flared taking in his company’s scent once more. The human’s aroma was oddly familiar, yet his face held no clues. It took a moment for the hellhound to remember the boy. So, he was still alive? It had been a month or so since he’d last run into this human. “O-Oh, I know you.” the male cocked his head to the side and gave Peter another sniff. “You’re that Runt I tried to eat a while back.” Luckily for Peter, Guillotine’s medication was still running through his system.If this had been the normal Gil he would have tried to finish what he had started that day. This time things would be different. For once the male was feeling a bit remorseful and attempted to dull the situation before things got out of hand. The beast lowered his head, pulled his ears back against his skull, and gently tucked his tail between his legs. Oh, how pathetic he must have looked. At the time Gil didn't seem to care he just didn't want this human to scream. “S-Sorry I tried to eat you the last time we met, B-But in my defense you did look a bit tasty.”

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Bumping into someone wasn't what he had been meaning to do as soon as he got back. Perhaps the time he was trapped at the hospital and outside of here made his eyesight more poor? After all, he didn't have much to do but lay around and be bored. Turning his emerald gaze to the form he bumped into, they went a bit wide with surprise. It was that hellhound all those nights ago. Wasn't he suppose to be avoiding this being?

"Y...Yeah. I was the runt." Peter answered.

Peter was nervous, he just wasn't sure on what he was suppose to do. Sure he should probably just leave the hellhound alone. Who knows? He might try to eat him again. Why was Guil acting such a way? He remembered the hound's name but really wasn't sure on the speaking to him part. As Guil's ears lowered and his tail went in between his legs, Peter stood there bewildered. Okay was this....really the hound that tried to kill him? With the comment of looking tasty, Peter really didn't see much more of a reason to question it.

"It's okay...sorry about shooting you in the leg and making your hearing go out." Peter apologized.

Why apologize? He tried to eat you, idiot! It was self defense. Peter thought in his head.

Perhaps it was just the way Peter was. He never really held a grudge before, besides what happened to his parents in a way. After all he was really just a nice soul even though he had nearly been killed, he didn't really hate Guil. He was just nervous and unsure of what would happen or do.

"So what...what are you doing here?" Peter asked. "Are you a agent here as well?"

[Guillotine]

It felt rather peculiar to be in this situation. Guillotine wasn’t used to giving in like this. Hell, before the medication Gil would rather die than show any form of submissive body language. His new medication made his instincts dance to a different tune. So far it worked in his favor. Guillotine obtained positive attention from the experience. As long as things continued on this path he wouldn’t refuse to take the medication and no one would have to experience an irate Guillotine.

When Peter spoke Guillotine lifted his large scaly head. The human kept his composure when he apologized for shooting Gil in the leg and nearly causing him to go deaf. Peter didn’t seem to hold any hard feelings. The hound cocked his head to the side. This was a surprising development. Gil was expecting a scream, perhaps even a kick to the face. In the very least Guillotine was expecting Peter to run away. However, the human stayed and, to Gil’s surprise, forgave him. Peters act of bravery alone seemed to earn a bit of the hellhound’s respect. Gil’s tail pulled itself from it’s hiding spot and began to wag behind the large hound. “I think I kinda had it coming. ”


Guillotine’s ears cocked forward as the human asked if he was an agent and what he was doing there. “Yeah, I’m an agent.” The hound licked his maw. He didn't seem to thrilled about being called an agent. Regardless he would try to humor his company. “The doctors here wanted to give me some shots and stick a thermometer up my butt. You know, routine agent stuff.” After giving Peter a light demonic chuckle he asked, “Are you an agent too, Peter?” The hound then thought for a moment before adding, "I wonder if we will ever be partners? Haha, may the heavens have mercy on your soul if that time ever comes."

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So Guil was a agent. That was something he didn't know when they first meet. Though Guil didn't seem to like it. Why was that? Well...perhaps he was forced into it? Though hearing Guil mention the shots and a thermometer up his butt, Peter almost started to laugh. Normally dogs got a thermometer up the butt and since Guil was...kind of a dog, it made sense. Though it was still a funny thing that he was trying not to imagine.

"Yeah, I'm rookie. I actually just started on the day we meet." Peter answered.

It was best to leave the attack part out of it. Who knows, Guil could've reacted badly to it. Even though he was told to avoid the hound, it didn't seem like a bad thing to talk to him right now. He seemed different. Shots might be involved in the change in Guil's acting right now. A look of surprise came to his face when Guil mentioned how he'd need mercy if they ever became partners. Though he gave a slight laugh at it, somewhat awkward.

"True, we'd probably both need mercy if that happened." Peter said with a smile. "Though it might not be as bad as you said, we'll never know though."

While he didn't have a partner yet, he wasn't completely against the hellhound becoming his partner. After all, Guil seemed to have changed since their last meeting and a lot of time had passed between the times they meet. And he was always willing to give others a second chance. So, maybe Guil deserved one?

[Guillotine]

“Rookie?” Guillotine queered. So was he a rookie? What did that even mean? The hellhound’s gaze dropped as he pondered this. With anger no longer clouding Gil's judgment he seemed to have gained some intelligence. After a moment or two of hard thinking he came to a conclusion. Maybe that was his pack rank? It made sense. So he was a rookie too. The hound gave Peter a look over. He was a small, weak looking human. Could a hound like him really be compared to him? "Well, I'm no Rookie." Whether the hellhound liked the title or not he was a rookie. Gil’s more bullish side began to slip out. He just couldn’t hold it in. It was almost as if he were pouting about it. “Well, I guess they got that right. You look like an omega- I mean rookie, to me.”

“It sounds like you had a rough first day.” Gil teased. He didn’t seem to feel as bad about that day now that Peter had forgiven him. It was almost like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Like some rambunctious pup he began to bounce back to his old self. The large beast’s maw seemed to stretch into a sharp toothed smirk when Peter mentioned both of them should have mercy. It appeared that the human was growing a pair. Gil couldn’t help but to laugh. “Ah, you humans are full of surprises. I'm sure they will throw us together one day.” Guillotine then took a bold step toward Peter. "Hmm." Back when they first met Gil thought he had seen something wrong with this human's eyes. He had taken a step closer to get a better look. The large beast's muzzle drew closer to Peter's face, he looked a bit strange in doing so. It wasn't until he felt a rumbling in his stomach that he pulled away.

Guillotine’s stomach had nearly startled him. Gil had almost jumped out of his scaly skin. During all this talking he had nearly forgotten about his lunch. He would defiantly question the human about his eyes later. The hellhound looked back at Peter before asking him. “Care to join me for lunch?” Guillotine thought about what he said for a moment. It appeared almost as if he were asking Peter to join him so he could eat him. The hound decided to clear the air. “I promise you are not on the menu this time. Unless you want to be.”  




((Tis a blugh post))

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Seeing how Guil reacted, Peter couldn't help but wonder if Guil didn't know what it meant. It was possible that Guil might not know though...Peter wouldn't bring it up. There were words that he didn't know. Like the fancy terms used for medicine and things that were in a foreign language. Perhaps the word rookie wasn't something that hellhounds used? Hearing the omega comment, Peter gave a smile as he stood there.

"Omega's not really the same thing as a rookie." Peter said. "A rookie is just someone who's new."

The term omega was used in wolf packs and that was something he knew. Course he wasn't a wolf expert, he just read something about wolves once and it had the terms for it's pack members in it. It was a interesting read nonetheless. Omega's were the lowest rank and while Peter pretty much was at the lowest rank in PIDA terms to his knowledge since he was new, he wasn't really sure about that.

He thought about mentioning if he was a omega then how did he beat Guil? It was probably best not to mention that. Didn't want to get Guil mad and pretty much ruin everything. Peter gave a shrug to Guil mentioning how rough his first day had bee.

"The first is usually the roughest." Peter answered. "Perhaps they will, we'll just have to wait and see."

When Guil took a step forward and his face was pretty much in his, Peter was confused by this. Causing his emerald eyes to widen slightly, though with his right eye that was duller in color due to the blindness, he blinked more with it at the moment.

"Um...som...something wrong?" Peter asked nervous.

Was the state of his eye becoming more noticeable? If so then....he was really gonna be in danger of losing his job. That was something he didn't want. The sound of Guil's stomach rumbling surprised Peter as well and he relaxed as Guil pulled away. A weak sigh was released before Guil spoke.

"Sure, I'll join." Peter agreed. "And no, I really wouldn't like to be on the menu. Besides, I doubt I'd taste good considering it all."

[Guillotine]

His lesson on human language only seemed to confuse the bull-headed hellhound. Guillotine took Peter’s stature in consideration when he called the young human an omega, not just the fact that he was new. Nevertheless, the young hound went along with what Peter had said. Gil gave the young boy a nod. “Right...new.”


Despite being in captivity for so long a part of the hellhound’s natural dialect remained locked away in that thick skull of his. It was hard to break old habits. Especially, if those habits had been with him since he’d been on earth. The hellhound didn’t waste anytime in sticking his nose in places where it didn’t belong. This was another hard habit. Guillotine had practically pushed his face into Peter’s. His reaction wasn’t too surprising. Regardless, Gil let it go. “It’s nothing.” He lied through his fangs. The beast would surly bring it back up in the future, but for the time being he was too hungry to ask.


Guillotine’s grey tail wagged fiercely behind him when Peter agreed to join him for lunch. The hound then chuckled when the human stated that he wouldn’t taste too good anyway. “I don’t know. You look pretty tasty to me.” The hound looked Peter up and down again. He wasn’t lying when he said the human looked tasty. If it hadn’t been for the PIDA’s influence and his new medication Gil would be all over Peter. “I guess you would do for a snack. You are much too small to be a full course meal.” The hound licked his lips and began to trot down the hall. He then stopped before looking back to see if Peter was coming. “Do you have anything to eat?” Gil couldn’t help but to ask. Sure he had a bag of dog food waiting for him around the corner. What about Peter?

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Nothing huh? It didn't really seem like a nothing kind of thing to stare at someone so close face to face. But if Guillotine said that it was nothing he had no right to question the hellhound's answer. Putting his hands into his pockets he followed the hound down the hall. Though ended up raising his left eyebrow to the taste comment.

Hopefully he's not gonna actually try to eat me. Peter thought in his head as he watched the hound lick his lips.

"Uh..no, I actually don't." Peter answered.

He was actually thinking about going to the kitchen and get some of the food there. He really hadn't thought about bringing a lunch to work.

(Bad post. I'm sorry.)

[Guillotine]

Guillotine couldn’t wait to get some food in his stomach. With a large frame came a monstrous appetite. The hound hoped this one bag of dog food would hold him over. Once around the corner Guillotine trotted up to John’s office. As he did so, the hound noticed the dog food bag sitting against the door. Did the human really leave it out in the hall for anyone to take? The hound rolled his beady blood red eyes. TB must have had a patient visit him or perhaps he didn’t want to be disturbed.

The hellhound quietly grabbed the forty pound bag of Kibbles n’ Bits. He picked it up with ease in his powerful jaws. With a wag of his tail he turned back to Peter. The human stated that he didn’t bring anything. Well, the PIDA had a kitchen. Suppose they should go there to eat? Guillotine was planning on eating in John’s office, but he would have to make a change of plans. Not that he minded. Hellhounds love company. “The kitchen has food.” Guillotine couldn’t help but to state the obvious. “You can get food in there.” Despite being in a good mood the hound wouldn’t let Peter have any of his dog food. It would be a shame if his more food aggressive site were to come out while they were eating. Fortunately, the human wouldn’t have anything to worry about, as long as he kept his hands to himself. Guillotine thought for a moment. Maybe eating in a crowded kitchen wasn't such a good idea. Perhaps they could eat outside? It would be for the best. "Meet me in the court yard when you get your food. I would eat in the lunch room but I don't want to be tempted by delicious sweets. I have a figure to maintain you know." With that the large best trotted off to the courtyard.

Once there he made himself comfortable next to a large oak tree before tearing the dog food bag open. Without hesitating, Gil plunged his muzzle into the bag. It felt nice to eat outside. He could make as much of a mess as he wanted. While wolfing down his food the male waiting for Peter to arrive.



(( It is ok I didn't really give you much to respond to in my last post. ))

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Yes, he could get food from the kitchen and really that was what he planned to do from the start. Peter couldn't help but tilt his head when he saw the dog food sitting outside of the door. Shouldn't that be on the other side of the door. Well there was probably a good reason as to why that happened and Peter wasn't going to question it when Guil just seemed fine with it. At the mention of the hound needing to maintain his figure, Peter couldn't help but give a smile as he suppressed the urge to laugh.

"Sounds fine to me, and no need to be concerned about that. You look fine." Peter said still holding the smile. "I'll meet up with you shortly."

Peter headed off toward the Kitchen as Guil headed to the courtyard. The fact that he hadn't been there in a while though ended up making Peter get lost for a few minutes. Once he found the kitchen, he prepared a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich taking with him a apple. It was actually easier to find his way out than it was while he was inside. Course that was probably just that way to Peter.

Upon arriving in the courtyard, he looked around for a moment or two before his gaze found the hellhound wolfing down the bag of dog food. It seemed like he liked it and to be honest, Peter would've never thought of giving a hellhound dog food. He would've asked what they would like to eat but perhaps whoever left the bag of dog food for Guil, already had asked that, thus getting the bag of dog food. Taking a seat against the tree, Peter gave Guil and his mess plenty of room.

"So, do you like it here?" Peter asked before taking a bite out of the sandwich.

[Guillotine]

It didn’t take long for Gil to finish the entire bag of dog food. The male didn’t bother picking up his trash when he was done. Instead he turned to the tiny pieces of kibble that had fallen out of the bag. Once Guillotine licked up the little bits of dog food from the grass he plopped his bum down next to the tree. By that time, Peter had arrived. The hound was pleased to see that he didn’t blow him off. With a toothy yawn his large beastly frame began to erupt into flames. The mini inferno only seem to last for a few seconds. When it dispersed a tall, pale man had taken the Hellhound’s place. Why had Gil changed back? To smoke of course. It was hard to fulfill this bad habit when you have paws.

Gil stood up and stretched. He reached his hands over his head as Peter asked how he was liking the PIDA. The hound gave him a snort. “I hate this place.” Gil grumbled as he plopped down next to Peter. Over exaggerating was the hellhound's specialty. In truth, the PIDA wasn't all that bad. Gil pushed his short raven colored hair out of his face before digging his hand into his coat pocket. Guillotine pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “It wasn’t exactly my choice to become a PIDA agent.” Guillotine lit up one cancer stick before sticking it in his mouth. Once he took a long, hard drag the male continued. A cloud of toxic smog slipped past his lips as he spoke. “I once had the pleasure of devouring whoever I pleased. I was free. Yeah, that was the life. The PIDA tracked me down and forced me into this stupid job. Well, they did give me the option of being put down but I wasn’t having any of that.” The hound took another drag before slipping his lighter and pack back into his pocket.

Guillotine’s forest green eyes glanced over at Peter. What about the human? Why was he there? Did he even have any powers? Gil could recall their little scuffle months ago. The human didn’t use any special powers of any kind to defend himself. He used a gun. The PIDA was making normal humans work for them? “So, what brings you here to the PIDA? Did they rope you into this job too or do you take pride in being their personal bitch?”

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Well....rather harsh way to view it. Though hearing the hound's reasoning, Peter could see why. Pretty much the PIDA took what life Guil had and wrecked it. Though the PIDA wasn't mean to ruin lives, it was meant to help protect both the supernatural and humans. Taking a few more bites out of the sandwich, he heard Guil question why Peter himself had joined. The reasoning for that was due to him wanting to help others and in a way....figure out just what or who caused his parents accident. Course, Guil didn't need to know that last part. Peter wasn't going to use the PIDA resources for what he wanted. No. That was wrong. He just hoped that he could figure some answers out.

"I wanted to help others." Peter replied. "I applied for the job, I think I can be of more use with this job than any other. Course....it seems like I was wrong. I haven't been allowed a single mission and no partner."

Well he wasn't really gonna force them to give him a mission. There was probably a good reason as to why they weren't giving him missions. Maybe there just weren't any missions that a rookie could do at the current time without a partner? That was probably it.

(ooc. Bad post. Sorry)

[Guillotine]

So, Peter wanted to help people? This human was reminding him a lot of Raffe, whom had been his Ex-mate’s friend. Gil hated that mutt. However, deep down, he admired the shifter’s will to protect. Was Peter the same? Would he protect human and supernatural alike, even if his life as on the line? Well, the human had proved himself when he fought against him. Suppose this little male was a lot stronger willed than he originally thought? Gil listened, taking a few puffs of his cancer stick as Peter spoke. The human wanted to help the PIDA, but did he truly know what the agency did with the people they capture? Gil had to enlighten the poor human.

“Some help you will be doing. If any supernaturals are like me bringing them in will only lead to their demise.” His words were true in a sense. The PIDA did sentence dangerous supernaturals to death. On the flip side, If they were willing to change the agency would give them a second chance. Gil didn’t care for his ‘second chance’ all that much. At times the male wished he would have let them put him down. Being held in a captive environment began to wear on the rambunkshus hellhound. Not only was he unable to do things on his own outside of the PIDA, but they also put a small tracking device inside of him for extra measure. Gil couldn’t go anywhere without being tracked down.

Peter didn’t know this though. Was it really fair for Gil to push all this onto the human just because of his own insecurities? Grimacing, Gil released a sigh. “Don’t listen to me. I’m just having a rough time here that is all.”

The hound then cocked his head to the side like a curious pup. A feeling of sadness began to waft off Peter all of a sudden. Gil could sense it. At first he thought his opinion about the PIDA had upset the human. He was a bit relieved to find out that it was something else. Guillotine looked down and opened his mouth to speak, his tone sounded genuine for once. “I’m sure they will give you a partner, Peter. I don’t exactly have one yet myself. They are juggling me between my roommate, and his friend.” Taking another drag of his cigarette the hound looked back up at Peter once more. A smug grin had taken over his features. “Wouldn't it be interesting if we got paired up for a mission or two?” The hound then looked up and scratched the light stubble on his chin. “Yeah, that would be fun.” The only fun Gil planned on doing was finally being able to do things his way. For the past few missions he’d had to listen to Jesse and TB. He never got to do his own thing. Maybe if he could convince Jesse to let Peter take him on a mission he could finally get his hellish mojo back.

As Gil thought about this his nose began to pick up on a sweet smelling aroma. Gil’s sensitive nose always seemed to pull him away from his own thoughts. He had begun to eye Peter’s sandwich soon after that. Despite eating a whole bag of dog food the hound was still hungry. Could he really eat peter’s lunch? No, eating the whole thing didn’t sound like a very good idea. Well, maybe just one bite? Gil thought this over for a moment. Human food usually made him sick, or worse, got him a one way ticket to the porcelain throne. He could remember upchucking for hours after eating a doughnut. Human food never did agree with him, no matter how good some of it smelled. But would one bite really hurt? Damn it, he could smell the sandwich as Peter took another bite. Guillotine was just about at the end of his rope.

Finally, he made up his mind. He would do it! In one swift movement the hound leaned over, opened his mouth, and took a bite off the end of Peter’s sandwich. Everything seemed alright in the world, but a few seconds later Gil realized something was wrong. He sat there for a moment, there were a few seconds when he had began to regret his decision. It wasn’t because of the taste, or the fact that it was human food. No, he didn't realize just how awkward this situation was. Forest green eyes looked up at Peter in an almost puppy-like fashion. Why did he do this? Goddamnit Gil. His pale face began to take on a light red hue.

Regardless of the embarrassment, the hound bit down, his sharp fang like teeth cut through the peanut butter and jelly sandwich with ease. To his dismay he took a bigger bite than he originally anticipated. Once he returned to his sitting position the hound continued to chew. The sticky peanut butter began to stick to the roof of his mouth. “o-h, ah! W-What is th-is!?” Gil barked he couldn’t stop chewing. It didn’t take long for the hound to start freaking out. Swallowing the stuff was just as hard as chewing it. Why did he do this? He knew better, dammit! “O-h f*ck! W-What is this s-hit!?” He managed to grumble between bites. The jelly didn’t help at all. It tasted foul to the hellhound, whose taste buds weren’t so keen on savoring sweets. After a minute of struggling to swallow, he had worked up enough saliva to down the damn thing. The hound breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn’t believe he just nearly got taken out by a sandwich. He then turned back to Peter and glared daggers at his lunch, which now, had a bite taken out of it.

Never again.



(Nah, your post is fine)

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The words Guil used at first did what they did, it did hurt Peter's feelings. Yeah....well who could blame Guil for saying that? Peter didn't look like much and if anyone ever found out about his right eye then....he would probably be fired. Heck it was a surprise that he hadn't been fired for what happened between him and Guil. Peter was fully human, he had no special traits nor skills. Should he could use a gun...that was it.

"It's fine....you were being honest." Peter replied as he shifted the apple in his head.

Would he even be really able to help others? Sure this job was going to be a tough one but he was going to do his best. As the conversation went onto the matter of partners, Peter took a bite out of the apple. The sound of the biting into the apple didn't do anything to effect how Peter could hear him.

"Well in a way, they're your partners. Maybe not officially but they still count and rely on you during a mission." Peter started, though he couldn't help but give a smile. "It would, though I doubt the higher's will do it. They probably think that it would end up like the first meeting despite how much time went by. Course, I'm sure there can be a different and hopefully better outcome if we were partnered for a mission or two."

Peter didn't want a repeat between him and Guil of the incident. No. There was no reason for it to happen again. Guil was much better now it seemed. Turning his attention away from Guil for a few moments, he took another bite out of the apple. Though when he turned his gaze back to Guil, he was confronted by a surprise. The expression on Guil's face, the puppy dog look to the hellhound's eyes were what confused him. Though he soon saw what it was when Guil took the larger bite out of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Before he could speak, the hound seemed to react to it. His surprise was replaced with worry and now confusion. It seemed like he never had a sandwich before.

"It's a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich, though it's best to take smaller bites since the peanut butter becomes more sticky with the jelly." Peter explained. "Though drinking water with it does help with it."

Did Guil like it? Or was he just mad at it since he almost choked?