@shvdowspirit
like any normal human person, bill frequents evermore's local cafe to ingest as many shots of expresso it takes to keep his normal human body awake - and it seems, a similarly very normal human guy who he has definitely not known for millennia has the same idea today. mr. pitch black, sharp-dressed as always and accented with that general aura of dread - what's not to love?
encountering fellow demons - spirits, entities, whatever the hell you wanted to call them - in the same dreams is too rare to be a particularly common occurrence, yet good 'ol peter's remained a constant since the dawn of humanity. if constants remain constant if only seen every few centuries. regardless, bill would call him an old friend, a reliable buddy with similar enough goals - and if it isn't great to have friends in this little town!
"PETER, MY OLD PAL!" bill's form may shift and change, but his voice remains the same - too loud, echoing endlessly in your ears long after he's gone. "IT'S BEEN... HA, DIDN'T I RUN INTO YOU IN KUBRICK'S MIND A FEW DECADES AGO? WE ENDED UP INSPIRING HIM TO MAKE SOME DECENT FILMS, DIDN'T WE?" a smile plastered upon his face, he moves nearer to offer peter a pat on the back - like regular humans do when seeing their old friends.
