[ THUNK! The frozen tofu slammed into the kitchen floor, the doctor's ragged breath barely audible over the hum of the open freezer. This couldn't actually be happening, right? Today, of all days?! Garrot's heart almost beats it way out of his chest as he double- and triple-checks the circumstances.

The kids left twenty minutes ago to see a movie, get arrested, fight crime, whatever, he doesn't want to pry. So this fucking magic monkey shouldn't be here for any of them. Unless they forgot something and turned back and his oldest came back inside and- she's old enough, this could be hers- if it is, maybe she's just pranking him! Yeah, she definitely would, but that'd mean she got back into the house without him noticing which, uh, unlikely. ]

So... [ He addresses the creature, nonchalantly bending over to snatch up that tofu and inelegantly toss it into the freezer. There's a small crash because that's a frozen brick slamming up in there. Then, with the theatrics expected of a cheeseball father of four who moonlights as a professional wrestler, one clawed finger gets pointed right towards his little spirit guide. ]

You're here for me, right? [ The words come out with a bit of a gravelly snarl, and his other hand pushes the freezer door shut and... stays there, almost like it's holding him upright. ] 'Cause if this is a joke and you're here for one of my kids, I-

[ Then there's a look of pain on his face, because he's not sure what he'd do. Also because he'll have to come up with a new dinner plan because he should not be near cooking implements anymore. But... details. ]

Hey!! [ A deep, gruff voice shouts at the barista, who seemed to have failed one hell of a perception check as she disappears into the back for a moment. The voice's owner, an over-seven foot man with claws, fangs, weird ears, and a ridiculous ponytail is wearing an expensive three-piece suit and holding one such Unicorn Frappucino in hand. Left in the lurch, Garrot lets out a very crestfallen sigh. ]

Man, now how is the unicorn supposed to have a sugary-sweet horn if there's no cookie? [ Cue a dejected whimper, like a child. The good doctor is wholly unaware that anyone else is here. ] I paid extra for that cookie, too...

[ As a man of the frigid north, Garrot relishes any and all time he can spend on a warm beach. And without children to keep out of trouble or work meetings to attend, he's like a kid in a candy store! Sporting a pair of dark green board shorts, all those tattoos, a beer, and a surfboard often stuck in the sand nearby means that he looks like he'd rather be surfing than...

a) Building a Sand Castle
With just a few cups and a scalpel, Garrot's spent a fair amount of time in the morning building a sand castle that reaches up to about his knees. Anyone that can get within a few feet of him can hear long, deep breaths. Anyone who looks at his eyes will see them flicker from their normal dark green to a bright teal before some calculated motions add or remove sand from whatever piece of the castle he's building. Occasionally, he'll chuckle about something.

b) Lazing on the Waves
Garrot might have that surfboard, but he's not really using it to surf. In fact, as the afternoon starts to wind down, anyone that goes to check out the man laying down on a surfboard will find that he's... asleep. And snoring like a woodchipper. Someone might want to help him... ]

[ You happen to walk by to see Garrot seated in a restaurant's courtyard, but as the waitress approaches him, stonefaced like someone who has Seen Too Much, she places something on the table. ]

Oh, wow! [ He's holding a smartphone camera towards himself and sporting a toothy grin, making a few faces and trying to get the angle just right. Garrot's eyes flit to the gelatin mold and his face turns a little green. ] That sure looks like something I, a doctor, am gonna eat on camera! [ It's clear he cannot believe what's about to happen. But then he pokes it gently once and just starts laughing. ]

[ Hit me uppppp. ]