z0ne-zero replied to your post: I feel like I should post a selfie sin...
I WANNA SEE
guh
maybe
ergh, i wanna post them and i even dressed up a little
like that was my first time dressing cute in awhile
but i just
nhmmm i dunno
im disappointed. i might post them
z0ne-zero replied to your post:yOU'RE 4' 11''?! WAIT HOW TALL IS BILL
GUH oh my god dude he could give you a piggyback easily MY HEART
except he's not strong enough because he's so darn skinny
he can take like a few steps and then drops me or puts me down
he managed to carry me up the stairs the other day though but was out of breath for like half an hour afterwards
Writing prompt: Bill trying to understand human displays of affection.
I LOVE YOU //smOOCHES
HERE U GO THANK U FOR THE PROMPT FRIEND IT’S RIDICULOUSLY FLUFFY WOW IM SORRY I HOPE U LIKE IT???
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"Why do you keep doing that?"
"Huh?" Mabel turned her head towards the "currently-in-a-meat-suit-unfortunately-for-me-but-no-I’m-not-explaining-it-to-you" demon, a look of confusion on her face. Waddles snuffed into her hair and she giggled, cuddling the pig closer.
"That thing," Bill made a vague gesture with his almost ridiculously lanky limbs from his place standing by the golf cart. "With your arms, Shooting Star. Why’d you keep doing that?"
"What, hugging? Pffffft!" She laughed. "You can’t tell me you don’t know what a hug is, Bill!" She raised an eyebrow.
Bill crossed his arms, almost-kinda-maybe defensively. “I know what a hug is! It’s horrible. Like a disease” He shuddered for dramatic effect.
"Naaaah! No way! Hugging’s not a disease, it’s fun! You do it to show someone you care about them! Like this!" She smiled up at the man and gave Waddles a great big hug, the pig squealing happily. "It’s supposed to make you feel all warm and fuzzy!"
Bill grimaced. “You sure? Cause from where I’m standing it doesn’t look like that!”
"Aw don’t be a big baby! C’mon, I’ll give you one right now to show you it’s not bad!" She set Waddles down and stood up, brushing the dust off her skirt before turning towards Bill and opening her arms wide. "I hope you’re ready to feel the love, Bill!"
Bill held up his hands, starting to get shifty, like a cornered animal. “Haaa, yeah, no, I’m gonna have to pass on that, Shooting Star. I ain’t exactly the caring type, ya know? Dream demon and all-“
"Nope! You’re not getting out of this! Feel the love, Bill, FEEL IT!" She lunged at him and Bill attempted to shift out of her line of fire and curse this stupid slow meat suit gosh diddly darn it-
Small yet surprisingly strong arms wrapped around his midsection and he froze, unsure of what to do. Mabel grinned big and wide up at the demon with all of her usual cheer, completely unafraid.
"See? It isn’t so bad, now is it?" She giggled. "Now you gotta hug me back!"
"I do?"
"You do, or I’m not letting go!"
Bill rolled his eye and sighed dramatically, pausing a moment before leaning down slightly and awkwardly wrapping his own long arms around the smaller girl.
"…Like this?"
"Yeah!"
He let go after a second or two and straightened up, patting Mabel on the head.
"Alright Shooting Star you got your hug, now skedaddle. Didn’t Pine Tree need your help in the shack or something?" He cleared his throat, using only a tiny fraction of influence weaved into his words, cross his heart and hope to, well not die. Not anytime soon, anyway. Death was for non-demons and losers. Basically the same thing if you thought about it.
"Oh my gosh, you’re totally right! See you later Bill!"
He watched her scamper off and leaned back against the golf cart, frowning. Humans were so weird.
If sort of-maybe-just kind of endearing. Maybe. If he squinted. Hard.