【Billdip】Restart

Notes:

#Contains violent description attention

#There are original characters and self-made haunts

When Dipper pushed open the door, he was slapped in the face by the dangling laser lights and the screams of the room.The shots were solid and deafening.

He struggled to push away the dancing men and women, and felt like a canned tuna being pushed away by an assembly line.The tuna finally landed at the bar counter, and he tapped the table.

"A glass of beer, thank you."

Beer is a good thing, I don't know why, every universe has an unknown genius who invents alcohol, I don't know why this thing is always popular in the universe.Regardless of whether it is a man or a woman, a person or a ghost, he will drink a few cups.

There are also related companies related to alcohol, which are also blooming all over the universe.

It made Dipper feel like returning to Earth every time he saw the bar.

The young demon leaned on his face, he was a little irritable.Otherwise, you can't choose such a noisy bar to relax.He watched the fine air bubbles, waiting for them to rise and burst at the rim of the cup.

He pouted secretly.

Gee.

It had been seven Earth years since he left Gravity Springs, and his relationship with Bill hadn't progressed at all—don't get me wrong, for the better; there were signs of the worse.

The specific manifestation is that they can not meet or speak for several days, and just live in one room and one bed every day.That's what Bill asked for in the first place.Then what?

Then I lived very chicly and had a lot of personal space.You write your multiverse, I party at my nightclub.

Professor Pines, who lives a regular life, was woken up more than once in the middle of the night by the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and perfume from his cohabitant. He opened his eyes with his back to Bill Cipher, and quietly heard the man come in. Then Bill turned off the desk lamp reserved for himself, and said to Dipper A vague good night.

Not sure if he knew that Dipper was awake.

Alright alright, Dipper tilted his head back and took a sip of his cold beer. Bill is a decent traveling companion, isn't he?The money is billed, travel... No, the exile route is fixed, the hotel bill is chosen, and I live freely every day.He never asked about Dipper's itinerary, and he went out early and returned late every day.

"Forgive me for being unrestrained and loving freedom in my life." Bill said that when he was about to go out that day, then put on his hat and stepped into the UFO with his left leg.

... What kind of car does he ride if he can fly?

Dipper thought, he shouldn't have any dissatisfaction.

"Tsk."

Fingers caress the walls of the cup.

But he is dissatisfied.

Does dissatisfaction need any reason?

No need!

Dipper was very upset that he and Bill were like two outcasts who had to flee together.Because only the two of them are not recognized by the universes, they can only make do with each other.

improvise.

That's right.

Dipper became angrier as he thought about it.

He whipped up the cold beer, and the low temperature rushed straight to the frontal lobe, feeling sore and sober.Finally, the devil threw the glass, and the foam splashed out of the glass.

"Fuck you Bill."

Just as the young man's angry head was hurting, someone tapped his shoulder lightly.

Woman—no, it should be said to be a female monster; the beautiful and compelling female monster sat down next to him, she was quite familiar with it, and it seemed that this action was often done.With tobacco between her rose-painted fingers, she lowered her head, raised her head again, and spit out the smoke ring.She is a harpy, with the upper body of a human being and the lower body of a bird; the long skirt made of feathers is open to the navel, revealing her plump breasts.

She tossed her red hair back, her overly full breasts quivering with the movement.With a cigarette between her fingers, she pursed her red lips and gave Dipper a charming smile.

"Hey handsome guy, are you alone?"

If Dipper would have burst into tears for his affair in normal times, and then said it on all social software, it would have spread to all corners of the universe.

But he's not in that mood right now.

Dipper turned sideways, avoiding the reaching hand of the harpies.

"Sorry, ma'am. But I have my own business."

Siren chuckled.

She didn't respond to Dipper's obvious eviction order, and the red nails were on the shoulders of the young demon; the banshee approached Dipper, stuck out her forked tongue, and gently licked the young man's pointed ears.Her movements are extremely proficient, and the scene needs to be as sexy as it is, and the bird demon with a human face has always been a captivating fairy.

It's a pity that Siren met a patient with advanced cleanliness.The car on the way to the highway was smashed through the door before it could be opened, and the tire was removed by the way.

The late cleanliness who had done this great feat felt goosebumps almost the moment he felt the warmth.He has no intention of pity and pity at all.Black climbed up the sclera, the fangs protruded from the cavity, and the nails suddenly swelled——

A glass of cocktail suddenly knocked on the glass counter.

The bartender still had his other hand behind his back, and he lowered his head.

"Your wine."

Dipper's reading was interrupted, and he froze, as did the Banshee. Siren stroked his chin, smiling coquettishly.

"Oh, handsome guy, did you make a mistake, I haven't ordered wine yet." She leaned forward to the counter, "Or, are you impatient?"

"No, ma'am;" the bartender dutifully wiped the goblet, his eyes half-closed, "I invite you."

"Eh? Please?" The banshee covered her mouth with one hand, "Although Mr. is very handsome, I'm sorry, you are not the type I like."

The bartender was silent, he put down the goblet.The glass collided with the counter.

"If I were you, I would choose another love partner."

He opened his narrow eyes when he said this.The bartender's eyes are gold, lighter than gold and darker than red gold.His pupils are horizontal lines, a crisp line, as if putting the eyes of a goat on a human face.

"After all, I don't have the courage to flirt with demons."

Siren froze for a moment, and she burst out laughing.

"Don't make fun of me, sir! Demons have been extinct for a long time! Besides the boss of the "Hyperdimensional Criminal Gang", who else calls himself a demon? Doesn't that guy call himself a demon because no one has seen the real face of a demon? It's ridiculous."

She wiped away the tears from her third eye.

"You say so, young gentleman?"

The young gentleman raised his head and toasted.The stage lights in the distance suddenly switched, and he and the glass bar were plated in light blue; while the backlight side was deeper, and the facial features were buried in the dark depths.

Suddenly, the clothes were torn apart by the skin film glowing with blue light, and the gold reflected the group of demons.

The banshee slowly changed her face.Her hand slowly withdrew from the young man's shoulder.

Siren took a slow, unconscious step back.

He smiled lowly.

Then he looked up.The young demon propped his face up, drawing circles with his fingers around the rim of the cup.He half-closed his eyes, smiling like a demon, the gold shone brightly in the depths of the darkness, but his pupils were as thin as needles, piercing people more painfully and colder than winter.

"yes?"

He asked back with a smile.

The banshee left the bar almost in a panic.When she left, she was in a hurry, and the leather wallet was scratched with white marks by her nails due to excessive force; even that bright face was distorted.

How could he still look like he just took advantage of the devil.

Dipper kicked on the transparent counter, laughing so hard that the glass tower was shaking.If it was normal, it would have attracted countless eyes looking at neuropathy.But now in a nightclub, Dipper is not yet a qualified psychopath.

Alcor thought he really had Bill's bad taste.Siren's expression was very interesting just now, with a face full of bewilderment, and certain angles were distorted like a sad frog, and ProfessorPines' laughter was bursting from head to toe.

Dipper felt the empty glass being taken away, and the bartender replaced him with the prepared cocktail. It was only then that Dipper took a closer look at the glass of wine.The liqueur cup was filled with big blobs of blue and purple, interspersed with gorgeous silver stars; the rim of the cup was floating with fine and irregular ice, and finally a slice of blue lemon was sandwiched for decoration.

The young professor glanced at the wine, and there was still a smile in his eyes.

"I don't remember having anything other than beer."

"This is for you." The bartender bowed, and Dipper found that the bartender was really good-looking, with a slender waist and long legs, and he might even be taller than himself. "A harpy with a human face is not worthy of being treated by me."

Dipper put his hand on the side of the glass, and he swirled it.The cold spread along the palm, and the ice cubes and glass refracted the stage lights together.

"Wow," he didn't hide his demonic features, his eyes were cold and sharp when his eyebrows were raised, "you didn't have such a disgusting attitude towards that lady just now."

"Sir, you have to know that you don't have the right to choose customers when you open a store. But if you can filter customers, I hope that there will be fewer idiots who only think with their lower body," the bartender said in a calm tone, as if he was discussing such insignificant things as bugs. Something, "After all, I don't have a hobby of picking up corpses."

It's a monster, Dipper thought, and a superior monster.

Only a monster would use such an indifferent tone for a weakling.

"Humanoid monsters? It's really rare. I thought monsters thought humanoids were weak." While speaking, Dipper flicked the glass, and frost began to spread from the hit.Thin ice flakes quickly covered the liqueur glass.

Dipper is a little superficial, and he's a little pretentious.Favorability for meeting humanoid creatures in a foreign land is 5, favorability for helping to get rid of female neuropathy is plus 3, good-looking plus 8.

By the way, the perfect score is 10.

The other party smiled, and when he turned his head, the earrings swayed slightly with the movement.His ears are very pointed, just like those of a demon, and the purple gemstone earrings fit him very well.

"Form doesn't determine everything. Weak people are always weak, and it's useless to look like the 'Ruler of the Old Ones'. Don't you think so, Mister Demon?"

Dipper laughed.

He held out his hand to the bartender.

"Dipper Pines."

"Tad Strange."

Dipper took a sip of the cocktail, and those cold bubbles wrapped in sweetness climbed from the tip of the tongue to the nasal cavity. They tasted like blue cinnamon mixed with mint, with a little salt and lemon, and those refreshing tastes that Dipper couldn't taste .

"What's the name of this wine?"

"Halo."

Dipper froze.

"...Hallo?"

Tad closed his goat eyes, and he smiled gently when he heard this.It looks gentle and peaceful.

"HALO, but you're right if you think it's 'Hallo'."

He opened his eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Mister Demon."

After Dipper left the bar, hands climbed up the bartender's cheeks.Those hands were white and clean, and they were carefully cared for; the nails were as thin as cicada's wings, long and sharp.

The banshee pressed against Tad's back tightly, and the two plump breasts squeezed the bartender.She had no face or skin, leaning against the man as if she had no bones.The snake wrapped itself around the man and spit out scarlet letters.

"I don't have a good face towards others. Not only is I good-tempered towards good-looking boys, but I even invite them to drink."

Tad ignored her, with disgust written all over his face.He directly patted her outstretched hand.

Siren took a breath, Tad really didn't show any mercy, the place where he was photographed instantly turned red and swollen.

"Hiss—are you crazy, Strange!"

Tad sneered.

Siren couldn't help shrinking her neck when she heard the laughter, and immediately pretended that nothing happened. She didn't do anything, and her neck was stiff.

"What, did I get it wrong, Tad?" she yelled, a little smug that she was right. "Look at your attitude towards your accomplices, and look at your gallantry towards demons! TadFlunkyStrange, ha!"

Tad puts the glass on the counter.

In an instant, black and white spread across the world, and those creatures shaking their heads, laughing and screaming were held still, and even their hair remained in a flying arc.If someone is outside, they will find that only the bar is caught in the black and white world, and the street lights with poor contact are still flashing on and off repeatedly.Neon lights flicker in the distance, and UFO vehicles roar past.

He opened those goat eyes.

Siren backed away involuntarily, knocking off the nearby wine glass with her trembling hand.The brittle glass hit the ground, shattering at the tip of Siren's heart.

"SirenBird, if you continue to talk that unworthy nonsense, I'll strip you of your feathers and throw you into the crater."

The banshee couldn't help shaking.The feathers trembled accordingly.

"Have you heard clearly?"

"I...I got it," she repeated loudly, licking her chapped lips, as if expressing her determination, "I got it."

Tad seemed to have heard some funny joke, and the bartender brushed the hair from his forehead back.He smiled in a gentle manner, and there was a bloody smell hidden in the goat's pupils.

"No, you don't know, Miss Siren." Tad's voice was soft, but his articulation was so precise that it made people chill all over.Those cold words were like blunt knives across the banshee's limbs, painful, itchy and cold.

"My dear Siren, if you knew, you would not be so stupid to seduce the devil. Stop, stop, I say stop defending Miss Siren! Well, now you are quiet, listen to me. You have gone to Doing these self-righteous stupid things, relying on your big breasts to do this kind of thinking with your lower body-" Tad draws his voice.He took out a knife from the cupboard, the banshee couldn't avoid it, and finally the whole person was cornered by the bartender——

A sushi knife, or some other blade that Siren couldn't name, moved slowly across her jagged flesh.The banshee was too scared to move, Tad could feel the hardness of the muscles under the blade.

Muscle tightness caused by tension.

"Stupid, dead, what."

He slapped her proud twin peaks with the back of the knife.

"In the eyes of the devil, what are we? They can change their appearance, do you think your appearance can fascinate him?" Tad sneered, "Don't be stupid. If the devil wants to, it doesn't matter who is fascinated by whom."

He threw the knife into the pool, and the moment the water splashed was black and white.

"Follow my instructions. This order has been enough to feed us for 20 years. Do you understand sow?"

Siren rubbed his chest crying and nodded.

Tad took the bowler hat, and those hysterics and neuroticism were all blocked by civilized society.He tugged at his shirt, which was wrinkled from too much movement.

"Did you just feed our 'boss'?"

Siren's mouth was still a little bit clumsy, and he stuttered.

"Hey, hello, but..."

"Aren't you going to eat?" He sighed, Tad looks good, and there is a kind of compassion in doing this action. Tad pressed the button behind the pool, the sound of the mechanism was covered by the noise of the dance floor in the distance, and a dark hole was exposed under the wine cabinet.

The bartender waved his hand to light the flame, and the yellow flame quietly licked his palm.He walked steadily down the steps step by step.

At the bottom of the steps lay a man.His limbs were tightly bound, and even his mouth was gagged; the man's clothes were covered with filth, and he was the source of the stench.

Tad squatted in front of the man, he didn't care about the hatred of the bound man who wanted to swallow him alive, and pulled down the cloth strip from the man's mouth.

"I heard that you don't eat, Boss? That's not okay," the young man sighed, sounding a little sincere, "After all, I just wanted to borrow the bar for a while, not to starve you to death, Boss."

The man smiled sarcastically, who spat at him in response.Probably due to not being well cared for, the boss's voice is hoarse like gravel rolling across the desert.

"Go away, hypocrite. The worst thing I've ever done is to hire you and that bitch, and let you turn half of my life into a smuggling den!" He gasped, "Who is that poor man now?" Are people going to be harmed by you?"

Tad listened politely the whole time.After the boss finished speaking, he smiled and said slowly:

"I won't bother you about this, boss." The goat's eyes were slightly curved, and the pupils and eyelids turned into arcs together. Tad Strange laughed and said slowly:

"I just met a treasure. A treasure worth more than your bar."

The boss sneered.

"Only you, a half-breed bastard, can distinguish treasures?"

After hearing this sentence, Tad suddenly became violent, as if being stabbed into a sore spot by a poisonous needle; those handsome appearances suddenly burst, revealing the struggling and twisted faces under the mask.The strength in his hands increased, and there were crisp sounds and muffled groans at the same time.

He let go of the hand that clamped the boss, and with the other hand he slowly stuffed the cloth back.As if he was afraid that the plug would not be tight enough, he used his index finger to press the cloth strip to the base of the boss's tongue a few times.

"You worry too much," those dark and obscure emotions weighed heavily in his eyes, they gathered and formed, and the storm was approaching.

"After all, I am all too familiar with 'demons'."

"Where have you been?"

Dipper came back and heard Bill say this.

The young demon glanced at the clock, and the hour hand pointed to the "2" position. Dipper yawned lazily, casually hanging his coat by the door.

"bar."

He heard Bill hum softly as he shook off his leather shoes.

Dipper gave a hand as he untied his tie.He babbled impatiently out of Bill's sight and pushed the tie back.

"Why," his tone didn't sound too fluctuating, "doesn't fit in?"

Bill had already changed into pajamas and was reading a book in front of the fireplace, and he probably won't be back soon.He turned a page back after hearing the question.

"It's nothing," Bill pushed his hair behind his ears, and he let it all down, looking a bit lazy and indifferent, "you have long wings on your body, you can fly wherever you want, I can It doesn't matter."

Dipper said coldly, "You've got the book upside down."

Bill: "..."

The blond devil returned the book very calmly and calmly.

Dipper rolled his eyes, and this time it wasn't behind Bill's back - he stepped on the carpet with his bare feet, went to the cupboard and poured himself and Bill a large glass of lemonade.

After all, people are always thirsty after drinking. Thinking about it, I kept this pot of water for Bill. I didn’t expect to use it today...

Dipper: "..."

Let him drop his mouth.

"...Why is this water a bit salty?"

Bill picked up the "lemonade" and took a sip.

"Oh, I added sodium chloride to it."

Dipper Pines: "..."

Isn't that, salt?

Dipper took a deep breath and poured a large glass of sea salt lemonade all over Bill with lightning speed.Very decisive, nothing left.

Bill covered in water. The water is salty and sour. Cipher: "..."

Alcor slammed the water glass on the solid wood coffee table.

"This is a bad day," said the young demon.

Kate is a senior apartment manager.

Commonly known as the front desk.

She swallowed, staring at the row of complaint messages in the terminal that made her hands sore, and finally summoned up her courage and knocked on the door.

Originally, at this late hour, she only had to touch the fish, but she didn't expect to hear a loud noise suddenly.Then the terminal vibrated endlessly, full of complaints.People from all walks of life, upstairs and downstairs, accused the thirteenth floor of not knowing what was going on, and staying up in the middle of the night to play with explosions.You must know that nine and a half of the ten people living in this apartment are big bosses she can't afford to mess with, and the remaining half are the big bosses' food reserves.She is a low-level monster, let alone deal with complaints, and she is terrified every time she enters information.If Shengzai hadn't been born with a paralyzed face, she might not even be able to get a job at the front desk.

Each floor of the apartment is very large, and generally there is only one room on the floor.This is the VIP treatment specially provided for these high-level monsters, and the corresponding expenses are quite expensive.Kate, a resident on the thirteenth floor, hurriedly glanced at it while typing, and only remembered that it was two polite humanoid monsters.

Are humanoid monsters so destructive these days?

She complained in her heart, and there was no movement in the room after waiting.She tapped again.

"Hello? I just received a complaint about the explosion in your room, no—"

She swallowed the rest of the words in her throat.

The blond man who opened the door only had a bathrobe on his upper body, and the curves of his chest and abdominal muscles were very conspicuous.His hair is a little messy, and his bangs barely cover his left cheek.

A smell of scum.

But handsome.

"Hello? Sorry, we apologize for the inconvenience caused by your work." He took out a card from his pocket behind the door, "This is compensation and a tip for you."

Ah, it's even more scumbag.She thought in her heart, look at how skillful the action of taking out the card is.

"Sir, I don't know whether you are doing bed exercises or fighting sports. Please control them. After all, our hotel is thousands of floors high. And if you can't control it, we have a The battle field can let you release you..." Kate's cheeks trembled, and she choked out the next few words, "Excess desire to fight."

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, little girl, what you said is very reasonable." The blond man laughed very tastelessly, as if he had an electronic voice, "Okay, I understand, I will go underground to solve my desire to fight ..."

Kate seemed to see something flashing across the man's fingertips.The reason why he was uncertain was because a hand grabbed the hand of the blond man who stopped in mid-air.She saw the smile disappear from the blond man's face, and another man squeezed out from behind.

He has a fairly handsome face, but compared with the blond man, it looks a bit plain.

"We got it. If you're okay, go first."

Then the "unremarkable" brown-haired youth dragged the blond-haired man back, and swept the door with his wings.

Kate was stunned.

A few seconds later, she heard something banging against the door, very loudly.The white porcelain bottle in the corner resisted tenaciously, but finally lost to gravity and sacrificed heroically.

She thought that in all likelihood, I would not be able to continue my job.

Kate decided to call her friend to vent her bitterness.Even if you die, you will be a gossip ghost.

"Hey, Siren? Let me tell you that there are two psychopaths living on the thirteenth floor of our hotel..."

Dipper's hand was still raised.

There were several flaming swords in front of him and behind him, and they forced Bill to retreat.

Bill was still grinning, showing no fear of being pointed at by a sharp knife.He leaned against the door panel bonelessly and licked his lips.

"I said PineTree, it's no fun if you're so on guard."

The windows have long since disappeared, the planet's nights are a bit cold, and the wind fills the ears. Dipper stood in the wind, and the young demon didn't respond to Bill's words.His voice was cold, UFO cars whizzed by in the distance, and paper fluttered in the wind.

"You just wanted to do something to the front desk, didn't you?"

Bill laughed.

His laughter has always been admirable, and after so many years, it is still harsh.It is also neat and clean when it can be collected.

"Isn't it very clear in your heart?"

That's how they both talked.It is obviously a rhetorical question, but it has to be stated in a declarative tone.Outsiders sounded like they were playing charades, but they felt that this conversation was terribly uncomfortable for no reason.

Dipper frowned.

He straightened his crumpled shirt that was blown by the wind, and waved back the attack.At the same time, with his waving, the scene of the explosion changed, and the fragments retreated along the explosion track.Bill snapped his fingers as the last piece of glass returned to its original position.

It was like a bell vibrating vigorously beside the ear, it was sweet and harsh.Those cracks flashed white light, and exploded with the "bell".

Looking up, you can see the wonderful scene of snow falling inside the house, and those traces turned into light chips.But the "snowflake" disappeared before it touched the human body.

Bill's fingers brushed over the undamaged furniture.

"What's this called, Young Devil Online Puzzle?"

Dipper: "..."

He didn't respond angrily.

"It's not a dream to ask the old demon to be exiled and re-employed. Bill Cipher joined the welder and earned [-] a month."

Bill: "..."

Bill felt he had to say something, to rant.But the slots are too dense, I don't know where to start.

He saw Dipper enter the bathroom with his pajamas in his pajamas, and he realized that he was too busy fighting and forgot about serious business.

The blond devil slammed the door and shouted:

"Wait, where did you go, PineTree? Tell me the name of the bar!"

His answer was the tie that was patted on his face.

And shirts.

"Bill Cipher is a fucking control freak, God who invented that phrase, it's so clever." Dipper flipped the glass, and there was a whole circle of beer foam on his lips, "That latter word is really true, weird Babe. He's a freak. Tad are you listening to me?"

Tad Strange had been nodding rhythmically to match Dipper's speaking speed, and he was still nodding when Dipper finished asking this sentence.It took a few seconds to realize what Dipper had just asked.

He didn't click according to the rhythm this time, and he clicked very piling this time.

Dipper rolled his eyes.

Tad replaced Dipper with a new beer.

"How did you get rid of Bill in the end?"

Dipper paused when he heard that.He raised his eyelids, and his eyes fell on the bartender's handsome... lower half of his face. Tad's hairstyle is indescribable to some extent, the purple pot head, the hairstyle is really ugly, but he is inexplicably handsome with this pot head.

"Physical escape, of course. As long as I fly fast enough, he can't catch me. Speaking of which..."

Dipper suddenly took Tad's hand before he could take it back.

Tad: "?"

"Tad, you are more considerate," the devil said very sincerely, and he was tearful. "You are willing to listen to my nagging, and you are willing to buy me a drink. You will not chase me and ask me where I went back to the hotel in the early morning. He is my mother. ."

Tad: "..."

Tad didn't know what expression to use to deal with Dipper's sudden neurosis.He tried to pull his hand out, tried unsuccessfully, and had to let Dipper continue to hold it.

"Because we're friends, Dipper, and there's only so much I can do to help you." He said this with a smirk, looking a little embarrassed, "and I think Bill is just purely possessive, understandably, he's you Boyfriend isn't it?"

Dipper squirted all the wine he had just drank back into the glass, not a single drop wasted.

Tad looks like he just swallowed a fly alive.

Dipper's whole body was shaking, and the rhythm of the shaking echoed the DJ's fascination. I really don't know if it was coughing, laughing or intentional.

"My god...cough cough cough, Taddy, I want to tell you, cough, Billy and I are not, cough, so close."

Dipper saw Tad's mouth twitch slightly when he heard the intimate address through his hazy vision.The movement range was very small, but he was still caught.

He wiped away his physical tears calmly.

"By the way, Taddy, why are your hands so cold?" Alcor blinked, smiling warmly and heartlessly, "It's almost the same temperature as mine."

Tad threw the glass of "beer" that Dipper sprayed back straight down the drain - and the glass.

He smiled at Dipper.

"Maybe it's because I always touch glass or ice cubes, which are relatively cold."

"Ah, is that so? That's how it is."

Dipper braced his face, and the lights switched from warm to cold as he said this. Tad looked up, and the young man's eyebrows were obviously warm, but his smile was chilling.

"Speaking of which, I'm curious about something, what happened to your eyes, Tad?"

He changed the subject.The young man held the new glass in one hand and gestured in front of the bartender with the other.

"Well, although I know that goats—a kind of animal in the human world—have eyes like this, but can they really see?"

"Of course. Ah, it's normal for Dipper to be difficult to understand. Because in my opinion, the vertical pupils of your demons are also difficult to understand. Seriously, can you really catch prey close to the ground like this?"

"this--"

"We don't rely on eyes alone, idiot."

Dipper twisted his face at the sound.

Bill Cipher strode forward with long legs, a silver leopard-headed ebony staff in his left hand, and a top hat he had just taken off in his right hand. Dipper sniffled, betting on his demonic sense of smell that this guy definitely used his priceless bottle of perfume.

Bill reached for his scarf and Dipper's full attention was on the melton coat.

Would he really not suffer from heat stroke on a planet with temperatures similar to those of Hawaii?

"Hello, bartender."

Dipper buried his face in his palms.

Tad's face changed slightly.

He glanced at Dipper, then at the person coming, and said uncertainly, "Mr. Bill Cipher?"

The hard leather shoes stepped on the glass floor, and each step touched Tad's heart. Bill didn't put on a bad face, on the contrary, he smiled very kindly, like a door-to-door salesman of insurance.

"What are you doing here?"

Dipper wiped his face and asked.

Bill sat down next to Dipper.

"I'm here to drink."

Dipper rolled his eyes at the ceiling.He was going to say something sarcastic about this guy, like you don't bother coming to this place, or are you following me.But in the end, he swallowed the words back.

Because he can curse in his heart.

Dipper smiled on his face and didn't know what he said in his heart. He wiped his eyes, turned his head and said to Tad:

"Have another drink, credit this guy."

Bill is noncommittal.

"Beer, thanks."

Tad puts the beer in front of the demons.

"Please use."

Bill took a sip and immediately looked disgusted.

"Oh, salamander, what is this, is the water so light?"

Dipper had "here again" written all over his face, and he didn't even want to roll his eyes. Tad didn't mean to be offended at all, and the bartender put his hands behind his back, as still as a tree.

"Dear Mr. Bill, I have served you with the best beer in our store. I can assure you of the wort content. If you think it is still weak, you can change it."

The implication is that I didn't do anything, and you can get rid of it if you criticize me.

Dipper looked down, trying not to laugh out loud.

Bill raised an eyebrow in response.

"Well, my dear Mr. Bartender, if this is your attitude to hospitality, then I have to pray to Newt that your shop closes soon."

Tad poured himself a glass of water.

"If they are all customers like you, Mr. Bill, then I'd better close the shop and change jobs as soon as possible."

Dipper was already shaking.

"Are you chasing customers?"

Tad is calm and relaxed.

"I'm thinking about my own life. After all, if I have a few more customers like you, I might have a heart attack."

Dipper was on the table this time.He let go of the hand holding the wine glass, he was afraid of spilling it.

Bill didn't get angry when he heard this, he just smiled.The gentleness seems to have changed his gender.

The next second, flames suddenly appeared under his feet, and the blue flames licked the ground.The demon flames turned into wild beasts, they opened their mouths wide,