Human/Bill x Deer/Dipper

Milk Tea and Demon Stares.

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Dipper opened his eyes for the second time today. His memory of what had happened slowly coming back. He felt a soft fluffy material under his cheek. He lifted his head to see what it was.
A pillow or rather many pillows...
Huh?
He took a deep breath through his nose, smelling the sweet aroma of milk tea. He got up off the pillows and stood up on wobbly legs. He steadied himself and walked towards the scent. He noticed many different animal heads mounted to the wall, his body trembled. He slowly peeked around the corner of what looked to be a living room. The next room was a kitchen and in said kitchen stood the hunter who had shot and captured him. He was making milk tea.
Was it also his favorite?
Dipper stepped out from around the corner and stood in the entry way to the kitchen. He tilted his head to the side, showing his confusion.

The hunter looked up at him and smiled.
"G'Morning sleepy head!"

Dipper's eyes fluttered, he was confused by what the hunter had said.
He stared at the hunter. He had to admit this hunter was quite handsome. His eyes jumped around the hunter's face. Noting the golden blonde hair in front and spotting some brown in the back. Dipper's eyes traced his sculpted cheeks and jawline. Then he found the hunter's eye. A beautiful golden yellow. His own eyes widened. He wasn't able to get a good look at this hunter's face when he was examining his bleeding eye. He wanted to see that one, he was always fascinated by these type of things. He had always wanted to find someone with heterochromia iridium, a condition where someone has two different colored eyes. He noticed that that eye was covered with a bandage. He knew that the hunter's eye had been bleeding when he captured him. He couldn't tell if it was fake or not though. Maybe it was fake? He still wanted to make sure he was okay, despite the fact that this man had captured him. After all there was a lot of blood...
He stepped a few feet closer to the hunter. His curiosity was through the roof. He wanted to know if that eye was okay and maybe see if he had multi-colored eyes. He mentally scolded himself for letting his curiosity cloud his actions.
"Who are you?"
Dipper passed off his curiosity for a new one.
Who was this hunter?
Why did he not kill him?
He had a lot of questions running through his head.
"Oh! The names Bill, Bill Cipher."
The hunter or rather Bill held out his hand to Dipper. Dipper was hesitant but took the offered hand. A sudden wave of shock erupted from his hand, he yanked his hand away and rubbed it gently. He glared at Bill's still outstretched hand.

"My name is Dipper, Dipper Pines."

"Well, would you like some milk tea Dipper? I just made it." Dipper couldn't help but nod his head. He loved milk tea. Mabel used to make it for him all the time, well until the.....nevermind.
Bill held out a cup, seemingly unfazed by Dipper's retreat. Dipper cautiously took it and started to take a drink of the sweet smelling liquid, when he realized something. He took the cup away from his lips and glared at Bill again.
"How do I know you aren't trying to poison me?"
Bill choked on his own cup of tea and coughed loudly.
He looked up at Dipper with an exasperated expression. "Now why would I do that?!"
Dipper returned the look with his own.
"You are a hunter who kidnapped me by shooting me with a tranquilizer gun!"
Bill looked a little embarrassed. "Yes, there is that.. Hmm, would you like me to show you it isn't poisoned?"
Dipper's expression changed to one of question.
How is he gonna do that?
Bill took the warm cup of tea from Dipper's hand and took a small sip of the sweet liquid. A bit dripping down the side of his mouth, then he handed it back. Dipper was having a minor mental breakdown in his head. Bill just looked at him with a small smile, the bit of milk tea still on his face.
"You have some on your face...."
Bill shook out of his trance, rubbing his hand over his mouth.
Dipper hid behind his teacup, sipping softly at it.
The liquid was warm and sweet. He smiled softly behind the cup and rolled his eyes up to look at Bill.
Bill was looking down into his teacup, his eyes and half his face were hidden by his hair. It fell perfectly over both eyes and covered everything but his mouth. His lips were pressed into a thin line.