Since there was no character specified I chose Pacifica, because of course I did. I love Pacifica.
“Come
on,” Pacifica demanded, holding up a pair of too-small high heels.
She waved them subtly in Dipper’s face. “These were my favourite
shoes when I was younger. The memories tied to them or, like, the
sentiment, or whatever, surrounding them should be more than enough
for you to spend the night in corporeal form, right?”
“I
don’t know, Paz,” Dipper said. The bat wings at his back twitched,
and he rubbed the back of his neck. In his black and gold suit, he
looked out of place in Pacifica’s white and pastel bedroom. He
glanced at the shoes in Pacifica’s hand, a pair of purple, diamond
studded pumps, and could feel the sentimental energy they gave off.
It definitely would be enough for him to stay human looking and solid
for a few hours. His mouth pinched into a straight line.“I told
Mabel I’d stay home today. I wouldn’t have even answered this summon
if I hadn’t known it was you.”
“This
event is extremely important to me,” Pacifica replied, a steely
edge in her voice. She placed her free hand on her hip, and scowled.
“And if I don’t show up with a decent date I’ll be so embarrassed,
and it’s way too last minute for anyone else, and my stupid date
cancelled on me!” She punctuated the last word with a stomp of her
foot, and her voice broke into a whine.
“I get
it, really, but,” Dipper started, only to be cut off by a loud
frustrated noise from Pacifica. He stopped and stared at her.
“I
can’t believe I’m going to do this,” Pacifica grumbled, in a voice
that was hardly even audible. She placed the shoes gently on her bed
with a huff, and clasped her hands in front of her chest. She widened
her eyes, and pouted. “Please, Dipper. If not for the benefits of
the deal, then do it for me?” Pacifica pleaded, batting her
eyelashes a few times for effect.
“That’s
not fair,” Dipper groaned, covering his eyes with an arm. “Nobody
can resist the Pacifica Puppy Eyes.”
“So
you’ll do it?” Pacifica said, clapping her hands together in
excitement. Dipper lowered his arm, and narrowed his eyes at
Pacifica. Her eyes were practically sparkling. He threw his head back
and sighed.
“Fine,”
Dipper agreed. Pacifica grabbed the shoes off her bed, and thrust
them at Dipper with a self-satisfied smirk on her face. “But,”
Dipper said, putting up a finger to stop Pacifica. He pointed it at
her. “You have to tell Mabel why I’m not hanging out with
her tonight.”
“Deal.”
Pacifica replied with a sharp nod. Dipper snapped his fingers and the
shoes went up in blue flames. She wiggled, and then threw her arms
around him with a squeak. “Thank you! You’re the best. I love you!”
“Oh,
really?” Dipper smirked. Pacifica pulled away, as she realized what
she’d just said. She rolled her eyes, in an attempt to brush off the
comment, but her flushing face betrayed her.
“As
if!” Pacifica exclaimed, flipping her bangs out of her face. She
averted her eyes and cleared her throat. She shook herself off
mentally, and squared her shoulders. “Anyway, you are to look
presentable, and human when
you pick me up tonight at six.”
“Alright,”
Dipper said. “Don’t forget to call my sister. I’ll probably get six
hours out of those shoes plus whatever fancy food I get to eat, so
you’ve got a midnight curfew, Cinderella.” He teased.
Pacifica
stuck out her tongue, and Dipper vanished from her bedroom. She
sighed, and screwed her eyes shut, flopping dramatically into her
bed. She covered her face with her hands, and swallowed down a
scream. She took a deep breath, and grabbed for her phone on the
night stand. She started punching in Mabel’s number, but stopped
halfway through. She dropped her hands to her chest, as the
realization crashed down on her all at once.
“I’m
in love with a demon.” She breathed.
She
stared, wide-eyed, at the ceiling. Her empty bedroom offered no comfort.
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