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You Had One Rule | Barrel & Bill

Barrel poked at the small swell on the top of his forehead. Dipper had quite the kick, he thought to himself, as he examined the injury in the mirror. He had gone through worse, of course. There was that time when he nearly got an arm ripped off... He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. It was messy, but he didn’t bother styling it. He was done for the day, ready to lock the doors, and prop his feet up, wearing a pair of old sweatpants and a grey tank top to match. A coincidence, more than a fashion statement, if he were to be honest. He was planning on a movie night, and having popcorn for dinner. He busied himself in the kitchen, fiddling with the microwave for a bit, before he set up the movie in the living room. The apartment wasn’t big, so it was easy to get around. 

He was on his way to the living room, when he felt that heaviness around him. Like he was being watched, a feeling he was more than accustomed to, since living in Halloweentown. He stopped on his tracks, blinking, and listening. But was quick to shrug that feeling away as paranoia, before he set the popcorn down on the coffee table, ready to sit down and start his private movie session.

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The Emperor and The Fool | Bill and Barrel

It had been three days. No more than five, no less than two. And Barrel wanted to say he was able to wait until the fourth day, but he was already fidgeting, hand spinning his phone on the dinner table. Eventually, he took a deep breath, and typed the number in. He had only needed to look at the card once. He was good at memorizing things, especially numbers. He listened closely, as he sat up, and bit his lower lip, not even realizing he was holding his breath until Bill picked up and he gasped. “Hey. It’s been three days. You told me to wait more than two. And less than five. And you like triangles, so...” He smiled, proud at himself for making it sound like he had meant to call him today for any reason other than the fact that he was getting too obsessed and too impatient. He was rather patient, usually, of course. But it had been a while since someone other than his siblings had managed to chase away his perpetual boredom so easily.