Wilbur hated the idea of having to have a bodyguard, he was a grown ass man he didn’t need a bodyguard to protect him and be around him 24/7. It was ridiculous!

However phil being phil didn’t listen so he hired one anyway, but not just for wilbur, it was for wilbur tommy and techno as well, to protect the family when phil coulndt and phil-well phil as a badass he could take care of himself.

“Who are you?” Tommy asked, looking up at the tall person in a blue suit with a blue tie, they smiled and ruffled the six year olds hair.

“I am you and your brother’s body guard.” They explained, techno made a noise of acknowledgement but didn’t comment further on it, there were other guards around the house so it wasn’t a big thing for him.

Wilbur rolled his eyes, getting off the bench from where he was putting on his shoes. “Whatever, come on, whatever your name is bodyguard, we’re going shopping.”