You what?

Gandellie opened the window in his apartment on the second floor, setting his small plant out on the windowsill. A breeze from down the streets blew into the room, ruffling his feathers. He poked at the soil of the plant. It could use a little water. He sighed and got a glass and filled it up. he soon returned to the plant, only to hear a shattering sound next to him. Pieces of glass fell near his face, and his feathers rose. "Who the-" He looked down to see a Rock candy on the sidewalk below "TAKE THAT YOU COCKATRICE!" Gandellie tensed even more as the creature thew another glass object. It could see rather far for a rock candy. "You Birds should not be in control of our government! This corruption shall end!" What a cocky jerk. The thing was probably resistant to hypnosis, either that or assumed he was. Gandellie raised his feathers again and hissed at the jerk, who ran down into the side streets. He slowly lowered his feathers, still hissing a little bit. It was this kind of treatment that made him regret moving here. He spitefully splashed the water onto the plant and yanked it back inside, slamming the window closed.

At least not everyone treated him like that. Most people just saw another face. But every now and again, there would be that one. That ONE little jerk who ruined his day. He set his plant down and opened up his newspaper. He skimmed it until he reached the help ads. These were often good. Suckers. Really. Who would take any job that said “Must know when not to ask questions” on it? A faint knock on the door took his attention away from the page. No. Fools could take away his watering time, but not his reading time. He went back to reading, calling out; “I’m busy! Go away!” The knock got louder. “Gandellie! It’s meeeeeee~!” called out an all-too familiar voice from outside the door. He grumbled and made no move for the door. Which, of course, meant she had to come in on her own.

Flo fluttered in, a broad smile plastered across her face. “Hey Gan! I have amazing news!” “Oh really. As great as your last news?” Gandellie asked, taking a sip from a glass. “I’m moving in!” chirped Flo. Gandellie promptly spit the liquid all over the table and stood up. “You what?” He asked incredulously. “I’m moving in!” Said Flo once again. “No you aren’t!” Gandellei cried out. “But why not? I already moved out of my own room!” “What, why!?!?” “Because!” Said Flo. “I know you have plenty of space, plus, my room was cheep enough for those immigrants to afford, so I moved out so they can move in!” “WITHOUT ASKING ME FIRST!?” “… oh.” Gandellie sat back down with a thump, tail curling. Flo fluttered up and rested on the table. The two were silent for a little bit.

“Gandellie?” Asked Flo. “Yes?” Asked Gandellie grumpily. “Can I stay here anyway?” she asked. Gandellie paused. Eventually he responded with a curt reply. “For one week. Then I want you out.” He lifted up his paper again to read it. “Really!? Thank you Gan!!! Thank you!” “Don’t push it too hard…” “What part of that are you reading anyway?” “Does it mater?”  “Oh look! The horoscope! Aren’t you Monkey?”  “yep. I don’t really believe that junk, to be honest.” “It says you shouldn’t be at home!” Gandellie looked at Flo with one raised eyebrow. “Mmhm? What else does it say?” he looked back at the section he had been reading. “It says that something will happen here before tomorrow! We should go do something!” “Nope. Something already has happened. Leave it be. Leave it be.”