— ⬩ human. It takes a second to register, but when she processes the fact that there’s another human — somebody who isn’t anne, or marcy, or an amphibian, — standing in front of her, talking to her.
— ⬩ somehow, this feels weirder than waking up surrounded by toads. But spending 5 months in a totally different universe or whatever will do that to you, probably.
— ⬩ eyebrow arches as she properly focuses down on the human, hand still resting on the hilt of her pink sword just in case — well. She’s learned not to under-estimate things just because they’re short… and kind of look like they’re made out of limp noodles. Hell, for all she knows this is some freak human-impersonating species that’s trying to get her to relax so it can eat her.
◇ ❝ you make people pay to talk to you . ❞
— ⬩ …actually, a few months ago, maybe she would have thought that wasn’t a half bad idea. But not now, and definitely not if she’s the one paying. She doesn’t even have any money — not that she would. Especially when she’s still not totally sure of where she is. Like, sure, the little human-shaped guy implies it’s earth, and maybe it’s not too far out of the realm of possibility she popped up at the mystery shack in the middle of nowhere, earth, but.
— ⬩ eyes harden, and her hand goes from resting to ready, wrapping around the hilt of her dominant sword. Nope. she doesn’t trust this. The mystery shack isn’t enough of an answer for her. The casual nature of this guy is totally suspicious. He should at least be concerned that she was on the ground just now, i mean, come on.
◇ ❝ where . am i . ❞ — ⬩ the question is repeated, this time aimed at clipboard boy instead of the ground. Better get explaining.
ʚ ₍ᐢ⑅ᐢ₎ ɞ – “ yes, seriously. “ he replies back, maybe a little snotty. “ i mean, that’s kind of how businesses work ? you see the spectacle, you give us your cash ? “ it wasn’t exactly a hard concept to take in, but he can’t blame her for feeling ripped off. 30 bucks for a tour and all she did with it was lay down in the mud by said great hole or whatever ... it wasn’t exactly a fair trade.
nothing stan did really was, though, and dippers guilt towards this had long since run out.
dipper was going to tell her that it wasn’t to talk to him but for the experience and yadda yadda yadda, explain that she can still finish her whooole tour before hitting the gift shop and all of that, but ...
he turns his gaze back towards the weird blonde chick, just now starting to pick up on some ...weird vibes she’s been throwing around. dressed weird, obviously confused, covered in mud and acting like she’s never seen the mystery shack or anything around here. his pouting totally justified almost-teenage angst moment is put on pause for a minute, bits of interest and concern peppering in his expression as he actually really takes her in.
hand clicks on his pen a few times, teeth biting into his lip “ hey, uh, you oka-- “ and she pulls a freaking SWORD on him.
“ WOAH !?!? “ the tween flails back a bit, arms flailing into fight mode ( which mostly means limp noodles flailing and coming up to protect his squishy little body. you think he’d be more used to this by now ) as he narrowly avoids also crashing down to the mud below. “ what the HECK, man ??? i already told you. it’s -- the mystery shack? gravity falls ??? oregon ??? ”
