demonmaxwell:
“Is that so? Working for your… Grunkle you say? What a peculiar thing, what a peculiar thing indeed.” Maxwell continued to stare at the young boy, marveling at the thought of someone working so young. “Then again, it is no factory… clearly much worse places to be working than here.”
He could certainly at least find the amusement out of just how suspicious he must be looking to this boy. But being able to look so suspicious and leave people guessing exactly what he was planning was how he best operated. A guessing game where no one knew the answer. Not even himself.
“You know, have you ever gone camping, pal? Been out in the great outdoors and what not?”
Run. The urge to get away from this creep, far away, was almost too strong of a pull for his body to ignore. The way this stranger spoke, his unsettling smile, even his presence alone was making his mind scream danger, danger, red alert. There was nothing Dipper found trustworthy about him and it wasn’t just his paranoia putting him on edge this time. He didn’t even want to open his mouth to speak, he just wanted this man to turn around and walk out of the shop just as quickly as he walked in. But... Dipper knew he couldn’t toss a customer out, not only would Grunkle Stan scold him for chasing away a potential buck, but he also couldn’t think of a way to effectively get him out. He doubted he could lie, this guy seemed like he’d be able to see straight through his falsehoods. Balling his hands into tight fists by his sides, Dipper gave a small shrug of his shoulders.
“Yeah... I have. I, uh... guess this would be like camping if I wasn’t sleeping in a house.”
