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[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill is missing Kate quite a bit, as the world knew he would, but he met the bear from the tv earlier and that made things better. Or at least more bearable. :D

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[flail_victoria]

Seras sat at a table near his, very near. She had a book, and a cup of something... let's not say.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill munches on a cookie and looks around the room with a fuzzy smile for people he knows. Or people he doesn't know. It's all good.

When he sees the lady he gives her a friendly smile.

"Rough day?" An understatement but oh well.

[flail_victoria]

That is the understatement of the century.

She jumps at the chance to talk to someone who is nice.

"You could say that," she said moving to his table. He may notice an eyepatch around her neck.

Who is zis? asked a voice in her head.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Want a cookie? Or a towel?" He offers cheerfully, noting the eyepatch.

[friend_of_lucy]

The cookies smell good and Tumnus comes over on quiet hooves,

"What flavor are they?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Lots." Is Bill's answer. Hey look! This guy has little goat feet.

"Hey, you got little goat feet." Said very cheerfully and with zero flail. "I like you're scarf."

[friend_of_lucy]

"Yes, I'm a faun and thank you, my mother knitted it for me."

So Tumnus takes a cookie, the man does seem nice.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Ain't a fawn a baby deer?" He asks, picking up another cookie for himself.

The assortment is large, Bill wasn't kidding when he said 'lots'. Chocolate chip is represented in many forms, chips, chunks, with nuts, with M&M's, and even with caramel. Other non-chocolatey cookies include peanut butter, oatmeal raisin and the mighty sugar cookie.

"You're mom's a good knitter." He comments. "Mine tried ta show me once but I never got the hang of it."

[blue_raz]

Raziel found the spot. Raziel materialized right next to Bill's chair.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Hey Raz." Bill greets cheerfully. "Towel?"

[blue_raz]

"Hello Bill," he rasped, "Why would I need a towel?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Was askin' if you wanted one." He replies. "They're fuzzy. An' fresh."

[shinigami_rem]

Rem descended from the rafters she was hiding in. She did not like this happy sickness people seemed to be getting and she'd be damned if she got it!

Here Bill, the tables are turned have a paranoid death god.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Hi. You're a death god." Bill greets as cheerful as can be.

Normally he'd want to freak out and hurry away while hoping not to be spotted. But a curious thing with tonight, he doesn't feel that scared or that much like running.

[shinigami_rem]

The Shinigami nearly flew back into the rafters.

"It has gotten to you too," she said.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"What has?" No real concern, just a little confused and curious.

[x5_493_ben]

And Bill... he's being watched. The young man watching him has never experienced cookies... or snuggles or anything cheerful really where he's from. Though here at Milliways he's had cake with Boo and Demeter takes care of him.

But cookies... hell, even beer... yeah, all of that is foreign to him. So for now the older man is being watched.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill is a cop. This means he has mad cop skills like ever alertness and such.

In reality Bill is a lazy sheriff in a small town. He can handle trouble, mind, in a flaily and half assed way; but he's mostly oblivious until said trouble is upon him. As for noticing when he's being watched, especially when he's been uplifted? Not really happening.

Then again, he is looking around cheerfully for folks to talk to and share the cookies and fluffy towels with so when he sees Ben (whether he noticed the watching or not is hard to say) he smiles.

"Hey. Wanna cookie? Or a towel?"

[x5_493_ben]

Trust us. This young man is one that Bill wouldn't be able to handle. Not with him being a super soldier with feline DNA. He's a quick little thing and we doubt the cop could keep up with the blurring.

"What're they?"

Because cookies... aren't something Manticore fed their kids. "And why would I need that?" Towels weren't exactly essential.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill might get lucky! Or, he might just get his ass handed to him. Let's just hope the sheriff doesn't piss the transgenic off.

Cookies might help with this.

Not realizing the question is about what the cookies are Bill starts listing the kinds he has, "Chocolate chip, chocolate chunk, chocolate chip an M&M's, chocolate chip an pecans, there's some peanut butter, an' oatmeal...here, just come an look I got a ton."

He pushes the plate in the guy's general direction. As for the towel he shrugs and gives one a pat, "Might not need one, but they're nice an' fluffy. An' smell good."