Coming back (open to all)

[Guillotine]

“T-That would help, If only I actually had some water.“ Guillotine grumbled under his breath. None of this wasn’t Peter’s fault. If the hellhound hadn’t been so greedy then he wouldn’t have nearly choked. The hound coughed a bit before turning to Peter. The human had explained that what he had devoured was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Gil’s nose crinkled. “Nasty stuff. I can’t see how you can eat it. The peanut butter was tasty...but deadly.”

With his hopes crushed the hound growled and leaned his back against the tree. Moments later his stomach began to rumble. Clearly, it wasn’t too fond of what Gil had just eaten. His body wasn’t made to take in human cuisine. Just about the only thing the hound could eat was dog food and raw meat. Gil gave his stomach a pat. He hoped he wouldn’t get too sick. Food never really tasted good a second time around. God, he made a terrible mistake. In an attempt to get his mind off of his upset stomach the hound tuned back to Peter. He eyed the human for a moment. Peter appeared to be staring right back at him. What, did he want to know how he liked it? “What!? What do you want me to say? I almost fucking died from eating your sandwich.” Gil said with a bit of an attitude."D-Don't give me that look."


While looking in Peter's direction Gil noticed his eyes once again. Ah yes, he wanted to know what was up with his eyes. Gil leaned in a bit closer; just like he was doing in his hellhound form earlier. Now he could get a good look at Peter’s eyes. He’d almost forgot about it. Gil moved even closer to the human, not exactly realizing how awkward this situation was turning out to be. The strange hound didn't seem to know what to do with himself. With a smirk Gil said, “Y-Your eyes, why do they look like that? It's weird, but I like em'." 

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"I'm not a fan of it, but a lot of people grow up wit it since it's something you end up with if your parents made you your lunch when you went to school as a kid. It was just easy to make and it's not so bad to me." Peter explained.

Peter felt a bit bad for staring when Guil snapped at him. Yeah....if you stare at someone you're bound to get snapped at. Coming up with a response that wouldn't anger Guil further was hard. So...just go with something small no? That was wise?

"Sorry..." Peter said as he looked away, taking a bite out of the apple.

Feeling being stared at, Peter turned his gaze back to Guil. Only for that awkward stare right in your face to happen again. Peter blinked confused. The only eye that was different was his right eye, lighter in color and blind. However he didn't need anyone to know that. So when Guil asked, Peter's eyes widened. Oh great...

"There's...there's nothing wrong with them." Peter lied. "It's just the way they always looked."

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“I don’t have parents so I wouldn’t know.” Gil growled as he continued to look into Peter’s eyes. There was something definitely off. He just couldn’t tell what it was. Peter appeared to be getting nervous, not that Gil cared at the moment. The hound was far too focused on figuring this out that he hadn’t even considered giving Peter any personal space.

When the human spoke Guillotine shook his head. Perhaps he really was born with eyes like that? In Gil’s mind that was a sorry excuse. He continued to look into Peter’s eyes, he squinted his own. “Did your parents have strange eyes too?” The hound asked as he finally moved back, giving Peter his space back. Maybe that's where he got his crazy eyes from. Speaking of parents, did this human’s parents know where he was? Did they know he was hanging around dangerous supernaturals? Suppose Peter was old enough to be on his own. That would make more sense.

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"No....they didn't." Peter answered.

Parents....Guil never had em or so he said and Peter? Peter had lost his to a car crash. He didn't want people to know those things, his eye and the fact he was alone in the world. Peter's appetite left him and thus he just ended up leaning against the tree trunk. His half emerald gaze was directed out at the building. What would happen if they learned? How would he be able to convince them he could be useful despite it? After all, he passed the firearms test well enough thanks to making himself get used to firing a gun with his half blind gaze.

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Much to his surprise Peter stated that his parents didn’t share his unusual eyes. That was strange. Like a curious pup Gil couldn’t help but to cock his head yet again. The little human was full of surprises. Well, if he didn’t get his eye color from his parents then where did it come from? He did said they had always been like that. Maybe that was his power? Guillotine nearly laughed at the thought, though, it was possible for humans to gain supernatural abilities. Both TB and Jesse had powers of their own. But the power to make your eyes like that seemed ridiculous.

“Ok, If you didn’t get it from your parents then where did it come from?” Gil was being a bit nosy today. Hell, he had nothing else better to do than torture poor Peter with his ever expanding curiosity. Even if the idea of Peter having unusual powers was stupid, Gil would still ask. “Is that your power?” Guillotine finally asked. He was being a bit too pushy for his own good. If Peter wanted him to stop he would have to make him. Until then Gil would continue to harass the human.

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Peter couldn't help but sigh as Guil pressed the matter. His emerald eyes came from one of his parents yes, but the lighter color of his right eye came from his blindness. Something he wanted to keep secret.

"I don't have any powers. Just a ordinary human." Peter answered.

Guil would probably see Peter's blindness as a weakness. That's how everyone would see it. Something to get in the way, something to risk the success of a mission. Just every possible negative thing out there was to happen.

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So, Peter was just an average human? Okay, Gil could believe that for the most part. The hellhound didn’t quite know why he had begun to suspect that Peter was lying to him about something. Sure, he smelled human enough. But, what was up with those strange eyes of his? The male tried to question Peter about the subject. It didn’t get anywhere. Peter wasn’t talking. No matter how hard Guillotine tried to ring it out of him. With a sigh Guillotine decided to change the subject. Not only had he become annoyed with the conversation, but it also appeared Peter had just about had enough of it as well. Gil would pull up this question again in the future. Obviously, Peter was getting a little too uncomfortable for the time being. The last thing Guil him to do was pull out that gun like he had done during their last meeting.

With a sigh Guillotine leaned his back against the tree. He then eyed Peter playfully. “Years ago I never would have thought I would get all buddy-buddy with a human.” Guillotine cooed as he slowly sank down. Eventually, he was laying there under the tree. “Ah, yes…” The beast carefully stretched out, putting his hands behind his head. It felt good to be outside. Guillotine missed the sweet aroma of the outdoors. Guillotine’s nose flared open. Taking in all the sweet smells the PIDA courtyard had to offer.

Being locked inside of Jesse’s apartment, and restructured thanks to his knee, was really starting to get to him. The beast had gotten a bit depressed over the past few days thanks to this. Now that he was out in the sun's rays the hellhound was rather happy. With a sharp toothed smile Gil continued, “Especially one like yourself. You're the perfect snack for a hellhound like myself.” Guillotine cooed as he nonchalantly patted his stomach with his pale hand. The hound then stopped once he realised the gravity of his words. Then with a grimace he turned to Peter and said. “N-No offence...” Oh, what would his pack think of him now that he was sitting here chilling with a human? Surly, they are rolling in their graves.

Suddenly, Guillotine appeared to be distracted by something. There had been a loud call coming from the tree above the two agents. Looking up, Guillotine spotted a familiar face. A small crow had perched itself on the limb above male’s heads. This little bird was Guillotine’s familiar, Nyx. It had been quite some time since he had last seen his feathered friend. The tiny bird looked Peter and Guillotine over before dropping down. She landed next to Gil and the two shared a silent stare. This lasted for a few seconds. Rolling his eyes Gil grumbled. “Yeah, well, it’s nice to see you too, Nyx.” Guillotine commented sarcastically. The crow seemed to ignore Gil’s harsh attempt at greeting her. Ruffling her feathers the crow hopped onto Guillotine’s stomach, causing the beast to flench. The crow seemed to ignore Guillotine's pain as she dug her claws into his stomach. No, she had more important things to look at. Nyx had begun to eye Peter’s sandwich with interest. It looked delicious, but she didn’t want to take it from him.

Just about having enough of his familiar’s antics Guillotine growled and swatted the bird off him. “Don’t be a bitter bitch! Just because he has a sandwhich and I don’t doesn’t mean you can ignore me!” Ignoring her partner once again, Nyx jumped off of the hellhound and hopped over to Peter. Standing in front of the human She tilted her head to the side, eyeing his sandwich before saying, “CAW!” Gil sighed, this was going to be a long day. “Peter this is Nyx. Nyx this is Peter.” Turning his gaze to Peter, Gil said, “My friend wants some of your sandwich. I don’t think you should give it to her though. She is obviously being a ripe bitch today...”

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It was just too risky to tell Guil why one eye was duller than the other. The risk of getting fired or turned over to a different task wasn't what Peter wanted. He felt like the most good he could do was to be a Field Agent. Hearing Guil speak again, Peter turned his gaze back to the hound.

"There was a point in time I didn't picture myself being a Agent for anything." Peter said in response.

True. As a kid so young when the accident happened, he didn't see a future for himself. So young, he just wanted to be with his parents and have fun. The whole world was a place that such young, wide emerald eyes wanted to explore and see the world. Course...his young mind would've never dreamed of what would happen one day. Losing what he knew and half of his site. Peter gave a light laugh and shook his head toward Guil's words.

"And what exactly deems me as that?" Peter asked. "It's fine so long as you don't try it again. I really don't want to have to use a gun on a ally."

Peter meant it. So long as Guil didn't try to eat him, Peter really didn't have any problems with the hound's words. Course there was a small chance that Guil didn't hear him for Peter noticed that the hound was paying attention to a small crow. Taking another bite out of the sandwhich, he let it slid seeing no point in trying to get Guil's attention. Soon the crow came down and pretty much seemed to be annoying Guil. For the hellhound was soon unhappy as he started to speak again, to the bird this time.

As he chewed, he noticed the crow had taken a position sitting in front of him. Well he didn't speak bird but at least Guil was nice enough to translate as well as introduced the two. Swallowing what he had in his mouth, he shifted slightly in his position.

"Hi." Peter greeted, not sure on what sort of reply he'd get.

His sandwhich? Well that was a surprise. Course it really shouldn't surprise him considering the line of work he held. Taking a piece off the bottom where he hadn't gotten to yet. He then held it out to the crow, once she took it, he'd pull his hand away.