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"Mable I'm going out! Dipper shouted down the hall to where his sister's new bedroom was as he pulled on a thick gray sweater and his worn-out brown shoes. "You're on Cipher duty!" The demon had recently been cursed to spend the foreseeable future in a human form. Dipper was forced to share a room with the tringle because Mable had claimed that Bill's human form was male and she would not be in a room with him. Stan would have shot the demon if he had to spend more than a minute with him and Ford still couldn't look at the demon without the same urge. The Pines family had agreed that they wouldn't kill him and that staying in Dipper's room would be the best. They wanted to have Dipper watch over the demon to make sure nothing too bad happened. They had also agreed that Dipper was the most level headed and could deal with the demons nagging for longer before he snapped.
Dipper threw open the wooden door and walked quickly into the forest, he wanted to be alone without his sister or Bill tagging along though the demon was surprisingly not bad company. The demon talked endlessly but had some interesting things to say. Dipper had even begun to learn magic because of the random bits of information that the demon had supplied him with. Dipper had only gotten a few steps into the forest when he heard the demon's voice ring out behind him.
"You didn't think you could get rid of me that easily?" Dipper turned to see the demon smirking down at him. Though Dipper was five nine and had surpassed Mable in height he was still shorter than the six-foot-tall demon. Bill had on a black button-up shirt tucked into tight ripped black jeans. He had a dark gray cardigan tossed on paired with black shoes. The only power the demon had retained was conjuring up items but it had been limited to only necessary items such as food, clothes, and medical equipment. They had learned that the demon could summon bandages about five months ago when Dipper had fallen into an abandoned naga burrow. Dipper had broken his ankle and bruised himself pretty badly and had a large gash on his head. Dipper learned later that he had given himself a concussion and had no memory of the past hour.
Bill fan his fingers through his messy blond hair as he sauntered up to Dipper, "So, where are we going Pinetree?" Bill said continue to smirk at the younger man. Dipper turned away blushing, as Bill entered his personal space. The demon had no idea what personal space was and made it his goal to get Dipper as flustered as possible. Dipper had learned that Bill was a huge flirt but only for the purposes of embarrassing Dipper.
"I was going to go look for faes," Dipper said frowning slightly at the demon. "But now that you're here..." he trailed off. All of the places Dipper wanted to go required practice and quiet. Two things the blond hated.
"Well lets, go I'm sure you'll stumble into something," Bill said smiling and waving his hand around gesturing to the forest. Dipper sighed and turned around and started to walk deeper into the forest. The sun filtered through the trees warming the air and leaving other parts chilly. Bill skipped along behind Dipper droning on about a time he made a deal with a fae royal and ended burring the forest to the ground. Dipper flinched as the blond started to describe the event with gory detail.
"Bill, I don't need to know that," Dipper said trying to hold in his breakfast.
"You humans are so boring," Bill pouted upset at being interrupted. The demon got over the pain quickly and moved on to his next story. He droned on about a cursed flower that had to do something with love. Dipper blocked him out and continued through the forest until he came to a small waterfall. The water splashed down into a dark blue pool that seemed to go on forever.
Bill stepped towards that water and flopped down on the small patch of soft sand that lined the pool. He slipped off his shoe and rolled up his pants and gently placed his feet in the water.
He then let out a sigh and leaned back onto his hands facing his face up at the sun. The light made his hair glow and cast shadows across his face highlighting his sharp features. He sat like a model as if waiting for someone to come and take his picture. Dipper didn't think that it was fair that the demon was forced into a human form as a punishment but got to have such an attractive form. The body was tall and tan with frim muscle. Each line and curve was cared to look like a greek god.
"Like what you see?" Bill said smirking at the younger male odiously noticing that Dipper had been staring. Dipper attempted to stutter a response and turned away as a bright blush dusted his cheeks. "Come sit down Pinetree, we have been walking for hours ," the blond complained, though it had barely been one. Dipper made his way towards the demon and slang his backpack offed and placed it on the ground. But instead of slotting into the spot next to the blond, he lost his footing and fell into the demon's lap.
"Ah, shit!" Dipper said heaving himself up and off of Bill's lap. The demon responded with a laugh as he looked down at Dipper, whose checks were now blazing. Dipper began to rummage through his backpack for anything to distract himself with and found a spare notebook that was covered in doodles. He pulled in out and concentrated on the waterfall in front of him and not the demon next to him. After about ten minutes of ranting, Bill stopped and looked over to Dipper.
"I wanna braid your hair," Bill said suddenly causing Dipper to let out a startled and confused squeak.
"uh, what?" Dipper said after he registered the blond's question.
"Come here I wanna' braid your hair," Bill repeated then patted the spot between his legs. Dipper gave him a confused look then hesitantly crawled into the blond's lap and sat there with his legs crossed. Bill then began to run his fingers through Dipper's soft curls to attempt to untangle it. He then started at the top of Dipper's head with three parts of hair and french braided his hair. Dipper didn't look like he had long hair but that was because of the curl. But with the water that Bill added to help tame Dippers hair, he was able to make a decent braid. After he finished branding for the first time, he undid the do and began to run his fingers through dippers hair once again. The sun streamed through the trees warming Dipper as he felt his eyes slipping close. Dipper wished that this was something that he could do all the time. Just before Dipper slipped into a dream, he felt a soft kiss against his temples. Though he had probably just imagined it.