【Billdip】Restart

The furniture swallowed in the belly of the flames.The wine bottles couldn't bear the high temperature, and exploded one after another; the ordinary monsters who came to consume were not the opponents of demons, and they crawled out of the gate without buying a single order. Dipper was speechless. He took a sip of his wine and said to himself that these customers really don't have basic moral values.

Tad is shockingly calm compared to them.But Bill is not a demon who appreciates his opponent. With a wave of his hand, the flames turned into sharp cones and fell towards the person behind the counter.

Tad remained in the position of wiping the glass, and Dipper twitched his fingers holding the edge of the bar.

He didn't move.

And when the sharp cone was about to stab the front door, Tad finally made a move.

There was a flame in his hand - Dipper could see it clearly, the color of the flame was the same color as Tad's eyes - the yellow flame passed through the demon flame.This should have been an ineffective attack, but surprisingly, they weakened the spike's offensive.The tips of those flames were cut into smooth arcs, and the bartender flashed through these gaps.

Bill didn't play hard - Dipper didn't believe it.

He tilted his head back and took a sip of his wine.

His fingers twirled around the rim of the cup.

When Tad was about to be stabbed by the flame cone that he couldn't dodge, the demon opened its wings violently.

The blue demon waved its wings.

"Almost stop, Billy."

They saw the blond demon slowly frown, and he suddenly sneered.

Then left without looking back.

Dipper: "Ahh."

He was speechless, and said to the bartender that I have to comfort someone, and ran out the door in a hurry.

Tad blinked his eyes that no one else could see in the mess.

He reacted with hindsight.

The man didn't pay.

Dipper rushed out while putting on his coat.

He was running forward non-stop, but when he turned a corner, he was dragged by his collar.

Bill tapped the toe of his shoe.

Dipper straightened his deformed collar.

Bill lit himself a cigar in the dim light.

"So," he exhaled a smoke ring under the street lamp, "do you see anything?"

"what?"

Bill frowned.

"Don't be stupid," he pointed to his forehead, "you said to me in the back of your mind when I went in: [Try our Mr. Bartender.]"

Dipper was amused.He relieved himself under the lamp, his shoulders slumped slightly.He wore a silver-gray overcoat over his shirt today, giving him a rare childish appearance.The vicissitudes that did not belong to him slowly faded from his eyes, and he smiled very relaxedly and genuinely.

"You call it a temptation?" Dipper gestured, "If I hadn't blocked it in the end, Tad would have been crucified by you."

"So what?" Bill bit his cigar, "If you die, you're dead, and you can still cause trouble for the 'demon'."

Dipper stepped forward and pulled off his cigar.

"I said," he raised an eyebrow, "can you stop being so proud, do you want me to remind you how many times your car rolls over Billy?"

Bill immediately fell silent.

Dipper stuffed the half that Bill had sucked into his mouth—but he was still not used to the taste of tobacco, and he started coughing as soon as he took the first sip.

"I suspect he has something on his mind."

Bill took back the tobacco.

"To be honest, PineTree, if you hadn't asked me to test it out, I wouldn't have found anything wrong with him." He flicked the cigarette ash, "Now it seems that there are indeed many doubts."

"Flame. And..."

"Eyes." Bill followed Dipper's words, "If you hadn't wiped your eyes when I came in as a reminder, I might have missed it."

Dipper cut to the chase: "Golden eyes are only for demons, right?"

"Of course," Bill was absolutely sure, "this is the genetic characteristic of demons. Just like the African natives on Earth must be black, and the Celts must be red-haired. This dominant gene can only be manifested in pure-blooded demons. The color of the iris will change if it is mixed with other blood vessels. By the way, blue eyes are the most.”

He paused and continued.

"Golden beast eyes are one of the most distinctive features of demons. The others are sharp ears and bat wings. However, there are not a few monsters with the latter two features. The outside world basically uses eyes as the basis for judgment. Although they can be disguised, that's all. Three Once everything is complete, it is undoubtedly a certainty that the other party is a demon.”

Dipper looked up.

"I don't know about bat wings, but that guy's ears are pointed." He touched his ears, "It's about the same shape as you and me."

They are silent.

Only the UFO roared by in the silence.

After a while, Bill said, "No."

He looked at Dipper.

"The shape of the pupil is wrong."

"If we are the eyes of the cat, he is the eyes of the goat." Bill said firmly, "The devil doesn't have pupils like that."

"But Bill, don't you forget, that guy's eyes are gold too. Lighter than yours and mine, but they're gold."

Bill responded by taking a deep drag on his cigarette.

Dipper shrugged.

"Well, maybe I was thinking too much. That guy's flames are only yellow. Aronika is all white—although Tad can weaken the offensive of the devil's flames, which is better than Aronika. Tsk, the more I think about it It feels more and more wrong."

"When did you realize something was wrong with this guy?" Bill asked.

"I don't believe that there is nothing to be courteous about. The demon has disappeared for so long, and he can accurately call out my type. Is he an expert in demon research?" Dipper's lips were pursed, looking indifferent and stiff.

"His temperature is lower than mine. A humanoid monster. You've seen the eyes, so the color of the 'demon', although a little lighter——but it's still a 'golden eye' anyway. God," he smiled, "How do you say it looks like a low-end version of the devil."

After he said this, he and Bill fell silent.

After a few minutes, Dipper wiped his face.

"No way."

After making sure Dipper and Bill were gone, Tad made a phone call.

"Hello, Strange?"

He kicked the charred furniture.

"The situation has changed, you will come back immediately."

That head froze for a moment.

"But, but Strange," she stammered, "I'll conquer the password right away, and I can't fall short. Finally, BillCipher is gone..."

"I said, now, Siren!"

The other end took a breath of cold air, and Siren could feel the coolness through the earpiece.

"I, I, I, I know, I'll be back now." Then there was the sound of jingling things being packed.

Tad knew that his tone had scared her, so he took a deep breath and tried to soften his tone.

"Siren, I know that you are unwilling to retreat now after staying for a day. But the demons seem to live here for ten days and a half months. You learned about their rooms from the waiter, so don't worry."

Thinking of today's humiliation, he clenched the microphone tightly.

"Don't worry, Siren," Tad opened his light-colored goat eyes in the dark, his expression was as cold as a snake, "we will get what we want. Now, I'm going to the basement to see our 『 friend."

"I feel like we're starting to feel excluded from the world," Dipper said as he hung his coat in the closet. "My fingers are starting to get stiff, but it's summer so there's no such thing as freezing. It seems we're at most Stay for three or four days."

Bill stopped at the door.

"Billy?"

"You say this name again and I want you to look good, PineTree." Bill squatted down to check the combination lock.Seeing this, Dipper didn't continue to unbutton his buttons, and he pulled his slippers over.

"What's wrong Bi...Bill?"

"The magic circle I set up shows signs of being touched," he licked his lips, "well, let me see... who is so bold..."

He snapped his fingers.

Dipper saw ghosts of himself and Bill appearing at the door—it was black and white, as if someone had put an old film filter on it—their images receded quickly, then the cleaning staff and security guards passing by, and then...

Dipper held out his hand to pause the video.Then he set the time forward.His attitude towards the phantom of the magic circle was as if he was facing a large touch screen with a three-finger zoom function.

"... Siren?"

Bill went to the refrigerator for two cold beers.He threw one bottle to Dipper, who was sitting on the chair, and opened the other with his teeth. Dipper had already taken off his shirt and trousers and put on a casual sweater. He rolled up his sleeves for the convenience of opening a beer.

Bill thought as he swallowed his cold beer: Why is this scene so familiar?

The ex-university professor who had been responsible for serving the beer was lying half-dead on the sofa, with his legs spread wide and his face poking out from the middle.

Like a gymnast.

Comrade gymnast maintained this difficult movement, and spoke slowly:

"I'm at a loss right now."

"One sleep is enough," Bill stuck his tongue into the bottle. "If you can't solve it, sleep a few more times. There will always be a long sleep."

Dipper twisted his face when he heard that.However, no matter how good his Yan Yi is, it can't solve the current problem.

"Why did Siren come here?"

"You've asked this question five times. Coincidentally, and on purpose, you don't even think about something as simple as choosing one of the two answers."

Normally, Dipper would have choked on him, "You're the one who talks too much", but Dipper didn't.His full attention is now on Siren and Tad.

"Do you have any thoughts about Tad?"

Bill almost swallowed the whole bottle.

"Me? What can I think?" Bill's eyes widened, and he was stunned by Dipper's speech. I haven’t said anything, what can I think.”

Dipper grabbed the sofa pillows and threw them over.

But Bill's interruption made him relax a lot. Dipper pulled out the monitor, and he showed the posture he used to give lectures back then.

"She should have something to do with Tad." He wrote the names of the banshee and the bartender, and drew a line between the two, "Before today, I might have believed that Tad solved my troubles before. However... the timing of Siren's appearance is too coincidental."

Bill didn't speak.

"And then you. Bill Cipher, although you are unlikely to believe it, but Bill, his attitude towards you is very bad. At least the last time he complained to me about Siren was just behind his back."

He wrote down Bill's name.

"The last is Tad, Tad Strange, both of which have the appearance and abilities of a low-profile demon. The eyes are more yellow than gold, with goat pupils, yellow flames, and pointed ears. I suddenly wonder if he has wings."

Dipper turned the screen to show Bill.

He was so angry that he almost opened his wings.

Bill didn't know when he turned his back to him and rummaged through the refrigerator, probably because he was afraid that Dipper would know, he rummaged very carefully, trying not to make a sound.

Dipper asked from behind, "Bill?"

Bill didn't look back.

"Listen, listen, listen."

Dipper kicked his plump ass.

Bill's head stuck in the freezer.

Ten minutes later, Bill was sitting on the couch with a bruised nose.With tweezers in his left hand and alcohol in his right hand, he was fighting against all kinds of debris on his face.

"The name Tad Strange... sounds familiar."

Dipper: "..."

Dipper: "Familiar in what sense? Weird sense?"

Bill picked out the ketchup-smeared pieces.

"No, maybe I'm thinking too much."

A low-end version of the devil... He opened the memory door and started searching from the inside.The memories related to demons are too long, even Bill would need a long time to find them out.

Dipper shrugged when he saw this, he stopped disturbing Bill and walked quietly to the balcony.He made a phone call.

The panting sound from the terminal was a bit heavy.

"What's wrong Dipper?"

Dipper was playing with the flames, blue flames running through his fingers.

"I met someone in front of the apartment, Taddy," he said in a deliberately sticky tone, "guess who it is?"

He paused for a moment, then fainted with a faint smile.

"How can I guess?"

Dipper lowered his eyelashes.He didn't have a smile on his face, but his tone was brisk and playful, and even the ending sound was raised.

"It's Siren. How is it, is it an accident?"

There was no sound over there.

And Dipper went on talking on his own.

"I'm surprised, Taddy. I don't know what Siren wants to do to chase me so hard. I have a boyfriend." He emphasized the word "boyfriend." , we might have another fight."

over there laughed.

"Siren Bird is really annoying. If she comes to the bar, I'll keep an eye out for you."

"Thank you so much, Taddy; but what I'm more curious about is how she found my place. After all..."

He opens his eyes in the night, gold burns under the stars.

"It's impossible for a banshee to follow a demon."

That end was silent.

Dipper was in no rush, just letting the flames dance between his fingers.The evening wind blows through the tip of the nose, bringing the smell of machinery and diesel.The light boards flickered in the distance, and the transparent passage spiraled upwards.

He doesn't like this planet very much. Dipper's mind wandered at this moment.Not all tech geeks like cyberpunk, he doesn't like this cold and impersonal world.

he does not like.

It may be ironic indeed, that the blue demon loathes the lifeless world more than anyone else.The blue demon hates the cold world more than anyone.

Dipper bit his nails nervously.

Tad finally broke the silence.

The bartender's voice was as gentle as ever.He said: "Someone may have told the banshee that SirenBird is very good at interpersonal communication. Having a friend with a hotel waitress must not be difficult for Siren."

Dipper smiled, he chatted with Tad a few words and said goodbye.Before walking towards the room, he slipped the terminal from his wrist and dropped it.

He had just closed the balcony door when Bill said:

"I remembered who Tad Strange was."

TadStrange is a real low-end version of the devil.This is neither Dipper's joke nor Bill's exaggeration.

To be precise, it is of mixed race.

Bill's memory of Evelyn was long gone, let alone his other relatives. Evelyn's blood is weak, and there is only one younger sister who has long been married to another star.Bill couldn't remember what the name was, but he only remembered that the marriage of the devil lady was basically opposed by everyone, including Evelyn.The reason is simple: not worthy.

At that time, the devil was in full swing, turning his hands into clouds and turning his hands into rain, and the other party was just a very ordinary or even weak monster. It was no surprise that Evelyn and the others looked down on him.Moreover, the more important point is - once other bloodlines are mixed, the power of the demon will be greatly reduced.Demons are naturally arrogant, and they can't understand other races, this is instinct.And the capital they rely on instinctively is tyrannical power.

But what if there is no power, but still follow the instinct and dismiss other creatures?

This is what worries Evelyn and the others.

However, the devil lady had made up her mind to go and killed Evelyn by surprise when she left.And gritted his teeth and hadn't contacted for decades.

Is decades long for a demon?

Not at all long.

Converted by human age, Bill is only four or five years old.At his four or five-year-old birthday party, he finally saw this aunt and her "love crystallization".

Does he have any impression of his aunt and his cousin?

No.

He just glanced at his aunt's outdated dress and his cousin's ingratiating smile, turning a blind eye to the hand extended by his "cousin". What else did Evelyn want to persuade, how did he say it?

Oh, Bill Cipher, who was already a little irritable about the birthday party, didn't even restrain his emotions. The young genius among the demons said in front of them:

"I don't want to befriend weaklings, let alone bastards."

Dipper throws the empty wine bottle in the trash.

"You were really bad back then. No," Dipper decided to add the second half after thinking about it, "you are really bad now."

Bill snorted disdainfully.

"Why should I waste time remembering that kind of thing, they are not 'clients', I can't get any benefit from them."

"What happened to your aunt?"

"Dead." Bill said lightly, "Even before the destruction of my planet. She doesn't look like a demon at all. Her strength is too weak. It will be a matter of time before she dies somewhere else."

If you don't advance, you will retreat.

This is a common principle among all universes.Since she is addicted to love, she must be prepared to be food for others.

The concept of bloodlines is not so important among demons, caring about direct bloodlines is already the limit.After she died, no one wanted to go and see her child.

After all, that kind of thing is dead when it dies.Nobody cares.

"So how did you remember that?" Dipper asked.

"Because of your phrase 'low profile demon'," Bill said lightly, "I think I have such a relative. But judging from his youthful appearance, the demon blood in his body should have the upper hand. But So what? A bastard is always a bastard, no blue flame."

Dipper leaned back on the couch.

"Should I thank you for the success of your magic circle, turning me into a purebred demon?"

Bill curled his lips.

He burned everything in his hands.

"Honestly, for me," he looked at Dipper, "that was a surprise, too."

They exchanged messages with each other before falling asleep.

Dipper turned his back on Bill - they shared the bed. Dipper felt Bill move closer to the bed, and the distance between them widened again.

He was speechless.

Again.

Bill had been doing these extraordinarily alienating things since he started his exile.When Mingming was on the earth, he wanted to hang in his ear and talk about it in his mind when he had nothing to do, which was very annoying.Now it's a gentleman's fault, the gags are still the same, but the intimate behavior is no longer done.

...the most they talked about was because of Tad Strange.

Dipper pulled the quilt up a bit.

He kept biting the dry skin on his lips.

He felt a little anxious, he didn't know what the problem was, he was scared and powerless about the change.

[You're so damn considerate, Bill. 】

He said bitterly in his heart.

"...If you have any dissatisfaction, you can tell PineTree directly. It's really scary to hear your heart's voice in the middle of the night."

Dipper: "..."

Fuck, want to speak up.

Bill turned on the light and turned over, only to find that Dipper's whole body had got into the bed, only the dull hair was still standing outside.

Bill: "..."

Bill never knew how to write the word considerate. He laughed earth-shatteringly, and the more he laughed, the louder he slapped the table rhythmically without saying a word, it was like the rebirth of a taiko master.

Dipper originally wanted to shrink back until Bill turned off the lights, but he didn't expect that the bastard not only didn't mean to stop his voice, but made it worse.If he shrinks any further, he will be deprived of oxygen.Although the devil does not need oxygen, but after all, it was a human being, and it would be psychologically difficult to shrink for such a long time.

He threw off the quilt angrily.

"Why are you laughing!!"

Dipper let alone his face, the tips of his ears were completely red.

Bill's answer was to roll off the bed laughing.

Dipper felt powerless.

What is the most embarrassing thing in this world?

It was you who cursed in your heart and cursed out loud.He scolded aloud, but was heard clearly by the other party.

He wanted to die, really.

Since Bill hadn't stopped laughing for a full 10 minutes, Alcor, pissed off, picked up a pillow and started a fight with him, intending to interrupt him physically.

However, little effect has been achieved.

The front desk, whose terminal was maxed out again, had no choice but to knock on the door holding his nose.Helplessly, the beating in the room was earth-shattering, and no one heard it.

The receptionist touched his receding hairline.

She decisively submitted her resignation application the next day.

Unbeknownst to the house demons, though, they've turned the bedroom into a tornado that destroys the parking lot. Bill never let go of any chance to taunt Dipper, No. 1 in the new era.

They are all demons, with rough skin and thick flesh. Dipper didn't show mercy, and neither did Bill.In the end, the two sat in the ruins and each applied ice to their faces.

"So," Bill felt that it would be a matter of time for him to be disfigured if he continued to fight like this, and he even felt that he had to take out insurance, "Why are you scolding me in your heart?"

Dipper whimpered, but didn't speak.

Bill laughed angrily.

He grabbed a piece of glass and slapped it.

"say."

Dipper dodged this slow-motion "attack".

"Okay, I'm just..." He felt his throat dry, "I'm awkward. Satisfied."

"Are you fucking kidding me" written all over Bill's face.

Dipper scratched his scalp irritably.He didn't know what to say, and his tongue was even a little tied.

"I don't know why it's like this," he said carefully, while Bill listened, "traveling with you so far is actually... a pleasure."

Bill opened his eyes slightly.

"Before this, I hadn't been anywhere. Every year, I ran to Piedmont and Gravity Springs, and later I stayed in Palo Alto."

He is not as free as Mabel. Mabel has traveled a lot, by herself, or with friends.

The time he spent in exile with Bill was actually the happiest time he had ever been—rather than moaning and sighing, it would be better to accept fate.He didn't expect much from returning to Gravity Spring.

Dipper has seen uninhabited crimson deserts and ocean planets made of water.Although each universe cannot stay for too long, he is still very happy.

Yes, happiness.

He seemed to have unloaded some invisible burden, and looking around, there was a bright road ahead.

He was originally timid, stepping into an unfamiliar environment.But as soon as he looked up and saw Bill, he felt more at ease than ever.

After all, people with disabilities can venture into the world, right?

His eyesight is worse than Bill, who is blind in one eye.

but……

"But gradually, I found out. You have your own world too," Alcor lowered his eyelashes, "You like to feast, and I prefer to be alone. You can't spend all your time with me, and I think The beautiful and even amazing scenery may be the scenery you are tired of watching during the long wait."

"I feel..." He struggled to utter the word, "Inferiority."

He was too young, and Dipper's age was not worth mentioning among the three-digit monsters.After the novelty, he was at a loss. He habitually called Bill in his mind, but remembered that they had separated long ago.It is no longer as easy as before to hear each other's voices.

What he was thinking, what Bill was thinking, they didn't know.

"I didn't want to be influenced by you, so I tried to go out and communicate with others. I didn't expect to meet Tad."

Dipper closed his eyes.

"I'm very sorry."

He had expected Bill to be angry, to be sarcastic.But the blond devil just clicked his tongue very lightly.

The young demon looked up.

"I thought you just didn't want to be with me."

Alcor: "..."

Alcor: "Huh?"

Bill took the ice cubes in his other hand.

"I don't pay much attention to Tad Strange, it's better to say that he dared to provoke me and I was very surprised;" Bill let out a warm smile, "You are not very interested in anything, PineTree. I thought... You are very dissatisfied with being exiled with me."

Bill is not ignorant of the world, he is well aware of his relationship with Dipper.They are the last demons on earth, accomplices ostracized by all universes.They had no choice but to travel between worlds.This is an endless journey of exile.In fact, they didn't have to be a partner, but no one said it.

He hides a lot from Dipper - like sharing the newt's powers with the young people, like he caused Dipper to be exiled together.Time Baby's appearance was just an accident, he just left earlier, but the result didn't change.

What Bill did at the time could be said to be deceiving the world, but later when he got it, fear gradually climbed up his spine and mind.

Although he is good at playing with people's hearts, he is not a smart devil in this respect.He didn't know how to deal with it, but gradually opened the distance between the two clumsily.

He thought Dipper didn't like being in exile with him.

Who would like to spend time with a liar?

He was content to look up and see Alcor.

that's enough.

silence.

Silence is tonight's wind, tonight's explosion, tonight's nowhere to live.

The beating was so severe this time that the room seemed to have undergone a nuclear attack.It is impossible to go back in time and restore it to the beginning.

Because no one remembers whether the pinch of white powder is a window sill or a floor tile.

Dipper felt a little cold.The window has been blown to nowhere.

"So what are we doing here?"

Bill's face was expressionless, but Dipper still could see from his face that he was cold and stiff.

"Not communicating well."

Dipper: "..."

The young demon wiped his face.He asked a more practical question:

"Where do we live tonight?"

Bill looked at the ruins.He really couldn't say the words of making do with one night.

"Shall we open another room?"

"...Did you forget how troublesome it is to go through the formalities?"

"Forget it, find an unlicensed business on the opposite side to make do with it for the night, and get up tomorrow to pay for it."

"Where's Tad?"

"Wake up, I'm so cold."

"It just so happens that I do too."

Tad Strange hated everything.

He hated his weak father and his mother who didn't seek to make progress.

He hated another part of his blood that didn't belong to the devil. Although they were only a little bit, he still hated them.

Why isn't he a pure blood demon?

Not that there are no promiscuous demons, and their offspring tend not to have Tad's such troubles.Those guys are even complacent about being able to have a little bit of demon blood, telling others in a boastful tone, do you know that I have a fraction of demon blood.

This is not what Tad wants.

He wants to stand at the top, he wants that "cousin" who doesn't even look at him to kneel at his feet.

His ability is by no means inferior to that of a demon, he just lacks in strength.

Tad looked at the yellow flame in his palm.

There's no way he can burn down a few hectares of forest like his mother or Bill.That's their talent and he doesn't.

He'll never reach BillCipher's ceiling.

Later, the demon disappeared, and it is said that the planet was destroyed.It was so widely spread that even he knew about it.

His first reaction was not rejoicing, but anger.

His imaginary enemy actually died like this?Died in a natural disaster?So powerful demons?

He doesn't believe it.

Tad is convinced that the demons are still alive, maybe one or two.They will never just disappear from the world.

When he saw Dipper, he knew he was right.

It's a newborn demon, and Tad has a vicious eye.He has been wandering around the world for so long, partnering with SirenBird.They stole, cheated, murdered and robbed.He has a pair of eyes to identify treasures.

Goat Demon, TadStrange.

His "kind" called him that.

But it's not a devil after all.

Dipper is young, much younger than when the planet was destroyed. Tad ventured that he might even be just a cub.

He wanted to know what happened to DipperPines.So he befriends the young demon and shows him kindness.Then, as he had predicted, their relationship took off.

TadStrange had a habit of controlling people's hearts.

And meeting Bill Cipher was even more unexpected.

He just knew that Bill was still alive, and it wasn't that easy for this madman to die.

But he doesn't remember Tad.

Bill Cipher didn't remember Tad Strange.

His "relative" is nothing to Bill Cipher.

Tad squeezes out a cigarette.

He took a deep breath in the cold wind.Nights in this city are always cold, no matter in winter or summer.

He thought he had to hurry up.

The relationship between DipperPines and BillCipher can be seen by anyone who is not blind.Abducting cubs away from possessive demons... Tad couldn't help himself thinking about it.

He wants to get information from Dipper Pines about becoming a pure-blooded demon, and he wants Bill Cipher to taste the pain of being abandoned.

This is his revenge.

"How is the boss?"

Siren came out of the basement with a lunch box, Tad asked.The bar was burnt to ruins by Bill, and it will not open for a short time.

"...It's no longer possible."

He nodded and exhaled smoke.

"Then deal with it."

Siren gritted his teeth.

"Strange, we... let's stop. The demon is too strong, I'm afraid that when the time comes..."

Her answer was a glass smashed against her ear.

Siren was startled, and Tad approached with a cigarette, which almost burned her face.

"Are you scared?"

Siren bit her lip, she nodded, then shook her head quickly.

Tad scoffed.

"Then you leave, Siren Bird, I never counted on you."

He ignored the disappointment in the banshee's eyes and continued to speak.

"You're nothing but a 'trash'."

"Actually, we can be so salty that we are rejected by the universe." The next morning Dipper said lying on the bed, while Bill rolled himself up in the quilt.

None of them wanted to get out of bed.

First we talked about midnight, we had a fight in the early morning, and then we moved temporarily.Now both of them really want to be dead bodies of salted fish on the bed.

"No," Bill replied weakly, "I'm not willing."

"You are not reconciled, but it's not that I am not reconciled." Dipper arched inside like a worm, "Your own relatives, you can solve it yourself."

"Say it as if you didn't provoke me.