Mabel sighed as she thought about her current perdiciment.
Currently, she was sitting in the room in the shack that she usually shared with her brother, her head leaning on her hand and looking bored as she watched her companion complain.
"What the hell's Pine Tree's deal, anyway!?" Bill cried, "My magic can be fun, if ya use it right!" he paused. "Not that I don't hangin' out with ya, Shooting Star, this just isn't my identification of fun."
"….right."
"I'm serious!" he exclaimed.
Mabel sighed. "I'm pretty sure that your version of fun involves burning down forests."
Bill scoffed. "It's always forests. Besides, I always clean up when I'm done!"
"Yeah, bac when you were in the mindscape. But you're part of human society now. People don't usually act that way."
He gave her deadpan look.
"And those who do," Mabel continued, "Usually end up in a mental hospital or something."
"…humans are werid."
"Says the demon of an otherworldly realm." she sassed.
Bill groaned. "Whatever."
"Anyway, let's change the subject, yeah?" she said.
Bill sighed. "…sure."
"Maybe you could tell me about your world?" she asked. "You promised me you'd tell me more about demon culture."
Bill smiled. He suddenly was so giddy and happy. "I thought you'd never ask." he said, floating over from his place on Dipper's bed to the spot next to her on her own. As Bill began explaining some aspects of his culture, Mabel took this opportunity to really take in his human form.
He had dirty blonde hair, which was just long enough for Mabel to wonder what it'd be like to run her fingers through it. He also had a golden twinge to his eyes; or eye, as it were, since the other was covered with a black eye patch. He wore a bright yellow T-Shirt with the Eye of Providence in the center and baggy sweatpants that he "borrowed" from Dipper. His skin was also darker than Mabel had imagined it would have been.
Needless to say, he was much more attractive than she thought he'd be.
"–hey, you listening, Star?" he asked.
Mabel blinked, "Oh–" she blushed, "Sorry… I, uh… got lost in thought."
Bill looked at her for a moment, then he smirked. Mabel felt herself go weak as her stomach churned. Did he have to look at her like that?
"You were staring at me again, weren't you?"
"I– of course not! I– I was just–" she tried to form an answer, but that seem to not be possible.
Bill chuckled, and leaned in a little too close to her face, "Staaaar~." he said in a sing-song type of voice.
"Y-Yes…?"
He lean closer and whispered something into her ear, and Mabel and to cover her mouth to keep herself from squealing too loudly, her face red as an apple.
Bill laughed, floating midair. "Oh my god!" he cried, "That's hilarious!" he laughed some more.
Mabel, still a bit pink, puffed her cheeks. "Jerk."
"Perhaps," Bill said, between laughter. "But I'm your jerk, Star."
Mabel sighed. "Unfortunately."
Bill gasped, feigning an injury. "Madame, you wound me with your harsh insults!"
Mabel sighed. He sure hadn't changed in the past few years. But he was right; he was her jerk, and honestly?
She wouldn't have it any other way.