📙🦸 ⋆ Bill sat in the center of his domain, sprawled on his usual chair with comic books scattered around him, as Pete stumbled in with his “new look.” Bill didn’t even bother to raise his eyes fully. This was Pete’s dramatic reveal moment? Green skin and a lizard tail? It was almost as laughable as the time Josh tried to convince everyone his ogre strength made him unbeatable—until Bill swiftly put him in his place.

📙🦸 ⋆ With a snort, Bill’s dog ears twitched, a telltale sign he was enjoying himself. He could practically feel Pete’s nervousness as he muttered, “Guys… I think I’m an alien now.” As if they hadn’t all known Pete was the odd one out already. Bill glanced at him with just the slightest smirk, firing off his usual brand of cutting humor. “What, like you weren’t weird enough already?”

📙🦸 ⋆ It was too easy. Pete’s discomfort was practically begging to be poked at. But while Josh chimed in with his usual sarcasm, there was Jerry, as predictable as ever, trying to soften things with his pacifist charm. Always the one to make excuses for everyone, that half-fairy really thought a little encouragement was going to keep Pete from spiraling.

📙🦸 ⋆ Bill didn’t care. This was his world, his rules, his amusement. And if Pete had suddenly turned into some neon alien, that just made things more interesting—for Bill, at least.