A small Bimdere fic
Thanks @iamvegorott for being my main source of Bimdere content, so I decided to write my own. You said I could tag you so... Yeah!
also, this is longer than I thought it was
Bim Trimmer was utterly, completely in love. How he had fallen, and for her for no less, was a loss to him, but Wilford had encouraged him. So now Bim was standing outside her door, khakis and a red polo on. He had reservations for a nice little Italian place recommended by Marvin. The magician had even mentioned that they could cater to his, ahem, "preferred meats."
The show host knocked on the door, stepping back and straightening his polo. The door swing open slowly, Yan exiting her room looking stunning. Her red hair was pinned back with a bunny pin, Bim thinks it's from some anime, pulling it out of the way of her red and good make up scheme. She had a blood red and white cocktail dress with golden accents. By her side was a bubblegum pink purse, which seemed to clash until you look at the at the outfit at a whole, which makes it seem all put together.
A light giggle snapped him out of his thoughts, where he saw Yan was looking at their shoes. Bim followed her gaze, only just then notice that they were both wearing converse, grey for him and red for Yan. "Converse squad!" Yan giggled out, making Bim smile. He was utterly in love with her laugh. He laughed along, releasing some of the slight tension in the hallway.
"Shall we?" he asked, holding out his arm almost like he was on a show. Yan giggled yet again at the over exaggeration, looping her arm in his. The two made their way outside where a car
"Host!" The Host slowly put down his pen, turning his bandaged eyes towards where Wilford was standing. " Darky wants to know what you want for dinner, him and Doc are heading to get some fucking Chinese! "
"The Host smiles and let's the energetic, maniac man know through his narrations that he wants the shrimp lo mein, as he knows his significant other, the doctor, will be having. He also wishes to impart the knowledge that the two love birds, Yandere-Chan and Bim Trimmer, shall be fine. He continues to speak aloud, saying that Wilford's adopted daughter has her purse that the before said man bought her."
Wilford smiled, "Good." He then left the room, leaving the Host alone once more with his thoughts and his notebook. The Host looked down at his paper and finished the sentence before he set down the pen back in its holder and left the room, going to find something or another.
The two made their way outside where a car waited, ready to take them to the beginning of a happy, beautiful future.
