Some Things are Meant to Be Discovered (BillDip)

Chapter Seven

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Dipper sighed through his nose as he rested his cheek on his palm, desperately trying to keep his eyes open as the chipper but something that couldn't deterred voice drifted through his conscious, slicing through his thoughts like a lethal claw as the high voice explained a very important plan that he should be able to pay attention to, but his focus was wavering and drifting to a different place entirely. A place it shouldn't be able to go at all, if he remember correctly. He jumped and toppled backward when fingers were impatiently snapped under his nose, an involuntary shocked yip emitting from him as he fell onto his fin, a jolt of dull pain rushing through his being.

Two pairs of eyes landed on him, one filled to the brim with amusement and the other toughened with annoyance, something he rarely saw in his counterpart. When she snapped at him if he was done with being off in La-La land, he recoiled his neck, brown orbs widening in offense then sparkling with forgiveness when the other brunette pinched her forehead and apologized profusely. He laughed then rolled his shoulders, wincing when loud cracks broke through the almost silent water.

The female brunette animatedly jabbered on about the ways to break into the store that held another piece of the coin they had found not far from the colony, ignoring the inputs of the other two men and swimming around whilst talking to gather the supplies for their robbing escapade. Her arms were bursting with miscellaneous items that he was sure they would not need, though went along with it in fear of moving into the path of her wrath. The blue tailed siren snatched up a rusted key-shaped iron rod, packing it into the bag that sat readily on the floor between the trio.

He shoved as many knickknacks as he could into the carrying device from what his twin gave him, grunting in frustration when some refused to bend or enter the interior of the satchel. "Well, I think that's it. Everyone know what to do?" The pink siren instructed, already halfway about the porthole that was used for a window as the others nodded, following her silently and glancing around nervously for anyone to see their shifty behavior or to be out at this hour, as the ocean had cooled considerably from the night air that now drifted above the waves.

They slid from shadow to shadow, exchanging warnings and conversing through hand signals, Dipper just having taught the two finned beings how to communicate through them. He dove behind a wall of a house as a moon guard dutifully paced down the streets, spear gripped tightly in his appropriate limbs with his head swiveling with alertness. The male flicked his tail, motioning wildly as he skirted around the buildings that surrounded the protector of the colony, breathing a sigh of relief when they passed him without a hitch. The brown-eyed male took the lead, cautiously craning his neck around corners as they moved closer and closer to their destination.

His gills flared with trepidation when they stared at the dark looming shop in front of them, retreating a few paces while fiddling with his fingers anxiously. "Actually, guys, I don't think that this is a good idea...." He started, voice slightly wavering as a shiver tingled down his spine ominously. He spun around, heart beating unsteadily even if there was no other watching them commit a crime that could lead to exile or extreme punishment. His twin teased him quietly about being scared, and no matter how many times he assured her he was not scared, she insisted that he was and made Bill join the fun half-heartedly.

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face before easily unlocking the front door with the strip of iron Mabel had been trying to use, tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth in concentration, which was now used to poke out of her lips fully in an angry gesture and a upset pout. The finned man couldn't help but smirk as he easily opened the entrance, mockingly intoning an 'after you',  before letting it drift closed behind him after the others darted inside, staring around in wonder. "It looks so different in the dark...." the usually playful woman breathed, running her fingertips experimentally over the merchandise and pulling back warily when snapped at by the blond siren that something here could very well be a trap in here.