Withered Roses (Billdip)

Small steps • #8

Bill's body was warm, such a nice feeling. Someone must have done something while he was sleeping, he'll give them a raise once he figured out who did, and then a swift smack for doing something while he was asleep. A loud snore breaks his peaceful bliss. His eyes shot open to behold Dipper Pines drooling on his expensive satin nightgown. "OOF YOU ABSOLUTE ANIMAL" He yelled as he shoved the poor brunette off the bed, the poor boy let out a surprised squeaky noise. "You got drool all over me!" Bill scoffed as he slid out of the black blankets. He felt the cold floor on his bare feet, he did not like it one bit, quickly slipped on his black slippers.

"Honestly PineTree, where were you raised in a barn?!" He scoffed as he shuffled over to his little rich boy closet, "Drool on my good nightgown!".

Dipper looked a little confused and hurt, "What just happened".
"WHAT JUST HAPPENED IS YOU DROOLED ON MY GOOD SATIN NIGHTGOWN"
"It's not my fault!"
"Who's would it be then PineTree?"
"Somebody else's I suppose"
"Whatever you say Sapling!~".

Bill's shoes clicked on the floor as he emerged from the closet. Sporting one of his usual black vests and dress pants, although today Dipper realized he was wearing a couple of golden rings across his tanned fingers. Dipper also noticed he sported a simple golden hoop on both ears. "Real piercing?" Dipper asked as Bill shoved him towards the closet. Bill scoffed, "I wish, but real piercings don't go well for parties. So no, they're clips".

He shoved Dipper into the giant walk-in closet, slamming the door, "Help yourself to whatever".

Dipper looked around, "Holy Shit!", he muttered as he ran his fingers over the soft clothes. There were many dark shades hanging on the racks. But along one were stunning dresses, some bright colors of blue or yellow, mostly yellow. Dipper could have gone on and on about the gorgeous clothes among the racks. But he speculated he had things to do today, so he quickly grabbed a dress shirt and some pants.

A simple white button-up and some black pants, he thankfully found some shoes, that was a little too for Bill, small tucked away in the back of the closet. He saw a vanity in the corner, with a black rose in a vase, the thing looked old, and a little withered, but not too bad. He put the thing in his breast pocket and left the closet. Seeing Bill messing with his hair. Dipper walked up beside himself, and puffed out his chest a little, he felt proud of his appearance for once and was eager to show it off to someone with good taste in clothes. Bill patted down his unruly brown hair, "Looking good my dear!". Dipper beamed with pride, this felt good on his ego. Bill checked his clock, "How bought we go down for some breakfast, hm?".

Dipper nodded and padded after Bill as he lead him through the twisting hallways of the mansion. He felt quite lost already, even if he was being led around.

They eventually found their way to a large room with a large seating area, with a large empty space in the middle. Bill led Dipper to a seat, patting the back of the chair as he walked away.

Dipper felt odd being left alone, especially now that other mafia members were filling in the room now. He watched as other chairs were pulled out, people placing themselves on the left and right of him.

"MOVE PIPSQUEAK" Someone shouted as the seat to his left was ripped away, sending his neighbor flying. "Hay Sapling!~" sang Pyronica as she stepped on the poor guy's stomach with her black flats. She stole his seat and hung her arms around Dipper's shoulders. Oddly his body relaxed when he realized the violence was being caused by a friend.

"Sleep well?" He asked her, just trying to make small talk.
"So So. What was that real loud thump I heard from your room"
"Me"
"You?"
"Ya, I was pushed off the bed!"
"Dang! What'd you do?"
"Drool on his silk night dress"
She whistled, "Your nuts"
"Care to share with the class you two?~" Came to a singing voice from the middle of the room.