Earn Forgiveness ~ Gravity Falls / Billpov

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After last night events at the cieling, Bill awakened surprisingly great. For the first time in a few months, there wasnt a nightmare driving him mad at night.
His legs and articulations were getting better whit time; now he managed a little better his "sack of plasma" or, what humans called; body.
His legs didn't shake anymore while walking, he was thankful human males have testosterone enough to make their muscles grow with more facility. Otherwise, he would still have those shakey and stupid chicken legs that gave him a bad impression of being human for the first time.

Even altought he hated admiting it, and missed his original form, he was getting used to being a human. Even altough he's been a few weeks in the shack, he was starting to create a routine.
Waking up, tying his hair up in a bun (wich Mabel teached him how to.) having breakfast and working.

It was still very tiring, but it wasn't that hard as the first days.

He got up out of bed whit his typical groans as a complaint, tying his hair while walking slowly downstairs, barely opening his eyes.

Today, there wasnt anyone else other than Ford st the breakfast table. He was getting accustom to his presence, but still, knowing he was there gave him shivers.

He then noticed why he was alone there; the sun was just starting to come out. it was way too early, yet he managed to wake up. Of course, how couldn't he notice? His alarm didn't go off.

Ford noticed Bill's presence, wich made him a little bit curious about why him being up at this hour.

Bill stood 1 second, moving his gaze to the clock beneath the fridge, wich showed that it was 7:30am. 30 minutes earlier than usual.
He keept walking, noticed Ford made breakfast for everyone, but he liked to grab his food when everyone was distracted chatting. For more pathetic it appeared, he kind of felt ashamed when other people knew what he was eating. Even if it was just a normal portion, most of the time even lees than that. So for now, Bill just poured coffee in his coup and sat in front of Ford, trying to not cross gazes.

Everything looked normal. The silence in the ambient was quiet uncomfortable. Ford observing Bill's movements while drinking coffee, noticing how his gaze would just be at the table, notably trying to avoid Ford's sight; wich wasn't really doing so, because every some few seconds Bill would cross looks whit him.

Ford stopped eating.

F)"So.. How did theraprism treated you?"

Ford's question hitted Bill hard enough to make his eyebrows jump a little, making him stop drinking his coffee.

Bill wasn't happy whit Ford neither after others day events. His face was still getting healed from his punches.
But, he didn't wanted to have more problems then he already had.

B)"..Uh. Well, it sucked in there. emotionless corridors where pretty much it's decoration theme."

Bill Answered shortly, being a little dry yet kind of pacific.

F)"I see.. must of been boring for such a problematic creature like you."

Ford replied, looking at his fingers as he played whit them whit the table patrons.

Bill felt slightly insulted. It was pretty early for him to have problems when the sun has just started showing its rays.

B) "Meh. Kind of. More than bored felt trapped."