His heavy eyelids numbly peel back to view a monochromatic version of his room, or rather the dull grey boards of his sloped, splintering ceiling. Replacing the sleepy murmur of the forest surrounding the Mystery Shack was a rumbling, almost bodily white noise that suffocated the furthest reaches of Dipper's hearing. Bringing the back of his hand up to scrub off traces of sleep from his eyes, the youth sat up with a soft groan, which momentarily pierced the thickness of the irritated noise filling his ears.
"Rise and shine, Pine Tree! I can't chat for long.." a nasally voice chimes at Dipper, it's owner levitating up from the foot of his bed.
A soft, tired groan escaped Dipper, whose sensitive eyes narrow lightly at the brightness of the entity in front of him. "Gh... what is it, Bill?"
"Oh, nothing too demanding, my friend; I just came to remind you how lovely it was to puppet your prepubescent little husk about last week!" To further express his admiration, the demon reaches a small black hand down to pat Dipper's knee. This earned a startled yelp from the boy, who quickly slid the effected limb out of Bill's reach. "Did you come here to just creep me out?"
"That reaction was expected, I suppose," he recoiled his hand back slowly, it's small, spindly fingers twining with it's partner's. "Anyways, I had such a wonderful time in you that it gave me a spark of inspiration!"
"What do you mean?" Dipper replied flatly, letting Bill's slight innuendo go unnoticed.
"Close your eyes~~~~" Bill chimed almost giddily, and with a flustered sigh Dipper covered his still groggy, tender eyes, the edges of his palms feeling the slight warmth of his cheeks. A good few minutes had passed before the demon's voice coaxed him to look.
"Jeez, it took you long e-... nough...?"
A somewhat young man replaced Bill's levitating figure, seated on Dipper's bed in a kneeling, childish position. His dress was formal yet simple, wearing a yellowish, plainly patterned vest over a white button down shirt rolled up at the sleeves and straight, burgundy slacks. A mop of ash blonde hair swept back in neat, loose ringlets over his ears, a long tress sweeping over the right side of his sharp, angular face. His one exposed eye stared at Dipper now, darkly lashed and colourless.
"From the way you trailed off, I assume you like what you see~~" the male spoke in Bill's voice, a sly, subtle grin pulling at his lips.
Dipper felt his face start to heat up at that, his gaze shyly drifting downward. "I mean, it's fine, I guess.."
"Good! I wouldn't want to be walking around looking like a baffoon, especially in front of you, Pine Tree!"
Dipper was still processing what the demon had just said before he felt fingers push back his bangs, and... something that felt like lips gently press against his birthmark.
".. because you'll be seeing much, much more of me this way."