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dipper pines. twenty-one. student. podcast creator.

[dippindots-pines]

MASON “DIPPER” PINES. // TWENTY-ONE. // NON-MAGICAL. // MYTHOLOGY STUDIES MAJOR. // PODCAST CREATOR.

Life before Walt Grove had always been fairly… mundane. Nothing really worth taking note of, outside of the fact that he was a twin and had a bit of an obsession with true crime and the supernatural world. Those were really the only things that ever stood out about Dipper Pines. Oh, and of course his little dipper birthmark, the one that he got his nickname from since Mason was actually his birth name. But he did his best to keep that hidden whenever he could - with overgrown bangs back in middle school and then eventually with his large collection of baseball hats and beanies. He was teased enough just for generally being himself, he really didn’t need to give extra ammunition to anyone by sporting a giant birthmark on his forehead, though many of his bullies growing up knew about it regardless. 

So yeah, life before his first summer visit to his grunkle was just whatever. But then the summer that he was thirteen everything changed. When he and Mabel were first told they’d be going to Walt Grove for their break, Dipper hadn’t really thought anything of it. It was going to be the same old life, just in a different town. But he couldn’t have been more wrong. Because when he found that journal in a hollowed out tree… his whole entire life was practically turned upside out. It was like he had finally been given a purpose in life - something to excite him and drive him beyond just reading up on mysteries for his own entertainment. 

Every year when the Pines twins returned to Walt Grove, Dipper made it his mission to find one of the other journals or catch sight of actual magic in person himself. During the times he was back home in Oregon he always kept the number three journal close and over the years he’s deciphered most of it, but he’s yet to find any proof to back up everything the journal says. 

When graduation came around, it seemed obvious to him that he and his sister would return to Walt Grove. Thankfully Mabel felt the same way and off they went to live permanently with the Grunkle Stan. In the end of his sophomore year of high school, Dipper had created a true crime podcast that miraculously over his last year of school had gained quite a decent following. He was getting sponsorships and actually made enough to potentially make a real living off of it… but he wasn’t satisfied with stopping just there. Plus, he knew his parents would likely not be too fond of the idea of him skipping college to work full time on a podcast that could come crumbling down any minute. 

So he enrolled in Walt University, majoring in mythology studies with a double minor in journalism and communications. He’s still running his podcast, gaining more followers with every new episode, and he’s working at the mystery shack - but the rest of his time outside of class is spent searching for proof of magic or the order. 

It’s been three years since he moved to the city and he swears he’s seen a few instances that had to be connected to magic, but he’s yet to have any real documentation on it. Which is why he’s started a virtual journal of sorts for himself, recording his brainstorming sessions and his adventures out around the city. He hasn’t shown anyone any of these recordings yet and doesn’t really plan to - instead he’s going to wait until he finally breaks the case and then use all the footage to create a documentary on it all. One that might never see the light of day, depending how things play out, but regardless he at least wants it for himself. It’s become his own version of the journal because he long ago ran out of space to add anything new to the actual book. He’s still yet to find any of the other journals or figure out just who wrote them in the first place - but he’s not giving up hope on either of those mysteries yet. 

One of the first things he was able to decode in the journal was the warning to “trust no one in Walt Grove” and for the first summer he took that warning extremely close to heart. So much so that he was even weary of his own family - but he got over that part quickly, learning that he can always rely on his sister and somewhat Grunkle Stan too. It took another year before he started letting more people in - but even then he’s a bit closed off compared to many other kids his age. He’s always been a loner, so it’s nothing new to him. Now he’s gotten a bit better at learning to socialize but there are very very few people he trusts with telling anything regarding his investigations.

In his free time he plays a decent amount of video games. He has a twitch account where he streams sometimes, a channel that was created at his podcast followers request. He never shows his face though, he’s still working up the nerve to do that. Sure he knows many of his followers know what he looks like because of his instagram, but that’s different in his mind. There’s always comments that he should do a “face reveal” or start streaming with a camera, but Dipper pretty much ignores them right now. 

He’s pretty damn insecure. Not like cripplingly or anything like that - but growing up surrounded by so much bullying really does leave a mark on a kid. He doesn’t think he’s ugly or anything but he also knows he’s not really hot stuff. Doesn’t understand why anyone could be into him and any time he’s dated in the past he’s been ready for the other person to dump him at any second. 

Oftentimes has glitter stuck to him somewhere on his body. Not from his own crafts or anything - because Dipper rarely does art of his own - but being surrounded by colors and glitter is part of the territory when it comes to living with Mabel. And everyone knows once you open a bottle of glitter in a room it’ll be sticking to every surface it can find for forever, and Dipper’s wardrobe is no exception to that.

Also because of Mabel he knows a decent amount about makeup. Both from being her personal barbie doll and from occasionally finding himself sucked into watching along to any tutorials she may be recording herself or watching online. It’s not knowledge that he shares or lets others know about often, but he’s got it.

Met what he truly believes to have been a merman during that first summer when he came to Walt Grove and it sure was his lil gay awakening. He’s been openly out as being pansexual since his junior year of high school. It took him a while to come out mostly just because he hadn’t been sure of what label fit him best.

Has a giant collection of hats and beanies that he’s accumulated over the past decade. Also sells his own beanies and hats as merch for his podcast. He has shirts and hoodies for sale too - but the beanies and hats are the best sellers since it’s part of his brand (even if he never posts videos, everyone has seen that he always wears something on his head in every instagram picture of himself).

His podcast is called Inside The Mystery. He posts a new episode of it every week on Sundays, switching the topics up from true crime cases to different mythologies and folklore from anywhere around the world. 

Forgets that his real name is Mason like 99% of the time. The only time it’s ever brought up really anymore is whenever anyone looks at his ID or the start of a semester when role is called - but even by now a good majority of the entire town simply knows him as Dipper. 

Hates the nickname Dippin Dots but puts up with it since so many people in his life have a tendency to call him that. He finds it embarrassing as hell and doesn’t understand why it’s necessary - but whatever.

[dippindots-pines]

closed starter for @phtbcbble​ location: st lovers festival

A few drinks into the event, nothing wild like he had been at the new years ball, thankfully but certainly enough to be feeling a bit more confident in himself, Dipper was wandering around the festival grounds with no real purpose. The nerves of being alone had worn off after the second drink and his hesitancy in approaching anyone has faded, so it was no surprise that when he spotted a familiar face he headed right towards the other boy. “Bobble!” he called out excitedly once he was close enough, a grin on his face as he recalled their last encounter and the mock offense he’d taken at Dipper not seeking him out. “No need to get amd at me this time - I found you first.”

[dippindots-pines]

closed starter for @wildcatroy​ location: st lover’s festival

Part of growing up with no real friends other than his sister left Dipper feeling like an outsider, something that has stuck around with him throughout even his young adult years. While there was no denying that Dipper did indeed have more friends now than he ever had as a kid, that didn’t stop him from doubting nearly every single one of those friendships. The worst of thema ll being the one with Troy Bolton. Why the other boy wanted anything to do with him, Dipper had no clue and it was something that confused him nearly every time they hung out. Yet it seemed like Troy genuinely did enjoy spending at least short amounts of time with him, so when he spotted the older guy standing a bit away he figured what the hell and approached him. “Hey.” It wasn’t a great greeting but the closer her got the more the nerves seemed to settle in, doubts of being annoying or a nusiance popping up in the back of his mind. “You uh... having fun?” 

[dippindots-pines]

closed starter for @littlemissnorthwest​ location: st lover’s festival

the last person dipper wanted to see at an event like this was pacifica northwest. actually, in truth, the last person dipper ever wanted to see in general was pacifica northwest. yet here he was, standing in line to get a drink for himself and dani right behind the one blonde he’d hoped to avoid this whole night. but then again, now that he’s here and noticing that she herself is alone as well - he can’t help but smirk a little. “pacifica northwest,” he starts, hoping to grab the girl’s attention. the assumption he’s about to make might backfire on him spectauclarly, but dipper can’t pass up on the chance to potentially hit a dent in the bully’s armor. “dateless again?” 

[dippindots-pines]

closed starter for @vanderquaack​ location: st lovers festival

In no way did Dipper intentionally separate himself from Dani - though they were just here as friends, even he knew it was rude to do something like that when you agree to come to an event like this with someone - but here he was, walking around the festival by himself. Really, he was mostly in search of the girl or his sister for that matter, but after having wandered for about twenty minutes on his own he figured any familiar face would do. It had to be better than looking like a lonely loser. So when a shot of blonde hair bouncing about with an overly eager attitude caught his attention, Dipper was quick to chances coarse and head over towards the girl. “Hey Webby,” he greeted with a small smile, hands shoved into his pockets as he glanced around to see if any of the Duck triplets were nearby. “You here alone?” It was a question that could come across as rude, implying that she didn’t have a date of any kind, but Dipper hadn’t meant it that way. Really, it was just a surprise to ever see the blonde by herself out in public - even if it was happening more frequently these days.

[dippindots-pines]

closed starter for @daniidenniison​ location: st. lovers festival

To anyone with half a working brain or even a small portion of common sense, it would be obvious that asking a girl out to two different events back to back meant something - especially considering both of the events had held romantic context to them, even if it was agreed upon that the date was just as friends. But unforuntately for Dipper... he had neither of those things and was completely unaware what his decision to ask Dani out to both the New Years Ball and St. Lover’s Festival implied. Sure Mabel had gushed about how sweet and romantic it was - but she said that whenever he so much as looked at any girl, so Dipper wasn’t giving that reaction much thought. “So what do you want to do first?” he asked, looking over at the girl walking besides him into the festival grounds. It was fairly early in the day and the event was only just getting started, but Dipper figured that was the perfect time to go on all the rides - before everyone else came out later and made the lines unbearable - but considering he had been the one to ask Dani to attend with him, he figured it was only right to let her deicde how they should start their day. 

[mistyymichelle]

As much as she wanted to stay hidden in her room for the reminder of the seconds she had to walk this Earth… eventually days like today came and she would have to see the outside world. Each time she felt she was holding her breath to hide away from a certain someone. Thankfully, she’d been lucky so far in that mission. Though her real task at hand came to a stop.. all the girl wanted was some boba tea, and they were out of her favorite pearls to add in. Moping her way out with just a plain tea she groaned the second the air hit her. “That’s it… I can never leave home again.” She let out dramatically mostly to herself.  

[dippindots-pines]

Boba tea wasn’t really Dipper’s top choice of caffinated beverage. He was a loyal coffee guy who ocassionally saw an energy drink or two on the side - but sometimes he needed a bit of a change. And there was no denying that boba was delicious, something he learned back when his sister first got into the drink - so when the random call for a tea with tapioca balls rang, Dipper wasn’t one to ignore it. Standing in line he wasn’t really paying much attention to the other customers around him, until the girl in front of him suddenly let out a groan and caught his attention. Glancing around to see if she was talking to anyone else first off but also to see what could be so bad that she was ready to hide away, Dipper frowned slightly at the realization that no one else was around and everything seemed fine. “Uhhm... Sorry?” he apologizes, though it comes out more as a question, still unsure what was going on but not ruling out that he had somehow managed to do something to upset the girl.

[elsavh]

open starter location: mystery shack

Elsa liked the Mystery Shack. It was a weird little place full of knock-offs, but people ate it up as if it were real. It had a weird charm to it and she found herself reading her books outside on the bench a lot. Today she thought she might actually buy something, but had no idea what. She knew that if she didn’t soon that the owner would have a fit and she didn’t want to be banned from somewhere she liked so there she was, browsing novelty item after novelty item but nothing was really sticking out. Her hands danced across a keychain and she laughed a little to herself, not realizing someone was looking at the same thing. “It’s a little odd for a keychain, isn’t it?” she said aloud glancing at the person next to her. “I don’t know if it’s the right thing for me….Have you got any better ideas?”

[dippindots-pines]

With a box of miscellanous keychains tucked under his arm, Dipper wasn’t really paying much attention to what he was doing. While technically he didn’t really need the job at the Mystery Shack anymore, both because Stan rarely if ever actually paid him for his hours in the shop and because he made enough off of sponsorships with his podcast now, Dipper still felt a duty to at least put in a few shifts to appease his great uncle. After all, it’s not like it’s really hard work. The only real challenge that ever presented itself was trying to keep his mouth shut from mocking or pointing out how fake everything around them was. But over the years of working in the shack, he’s learned how to hold his tongue. Not that it isn’t hard at times, like right now - when a pretty girl stands in front of him asking if she has any better ideas of what to buy. “I...” he trails off before he even really gets the chance to start, shaking his head to clear it with a small huff. “I guess it depends what you’re looking for. If it’s a keychain you want, you can take a look at these.” With that he holds out the box to her in offering. No further comment on what he personally thinks may or may not be a right fit for her.

[zoeys-grimoire]

“Crap, not again,” Lydia groaned, looking down at the run in her tights. Of course this would happen to her when she was out and about and not when she was home where it was an easy fix. She took in a deep breath before letting out a frustrated sigh, and begun to take her tights off. Doing so caused a few looks, but she simply held up a middle finger and smiled. 

“If you’re looking for a show, this one’s over,” she said, holding up the offending garments. She balled them up in her hands, arching a brow at the person staring at her as she shuffled her shoes back on. “What? My feet don’t smell and I’m hardly showing anymore skin than I was a second ago, get over it.”

[dippindots-pines]

The girl’s groan and annoyance at her tights hadn’t been enough to catch Dipper’s attention - his focus zoned in on the journal he was currently scribbling down notes within. But the way she snaps her next reply, mostly likely at someone else who was passing by and aware of what was happening, finally grabbed him. Looking up from his work, his lips twisted into a small frown as he took in the held up tights and pieced together what was happening. “Uhh...” he starts, not sure what else to say before glancing around to see if there was indeed someone else she could be talking to. “I never thought they did? And I wasn’t looking for a show.” Considering he’d barely raised his eyes up until everything was over, Dipper really didn’t need to be so defensive, but he wanted to make sure this stranger didn’t think he was some kind of pervert. 

[dippindots-pines]

grendastrong​:

     Grenda shrugged at the question she managed to parse out despite Dipper speaking as if the sentence were one extra-long word. She had honestly been too busy looking out for Candy tonight, as well as making sure that Spinelli didn’t slip out unnoticed; Mabel was the one of her friends that needed the least attention tonight because she actually had a date of her own. That didn’t mean they hadn’t danced together and gotten a bunch of cute pictures, but Grenda wasn’t sure where Mabel was right now. Even if they were, would they tell Dipper? “I don’t get between sibling drama,” they stated, holding their hands up as if to prove they were clean. “I’m not mad at you, but I did read that gossip post…” They left their statement hanging, allowing room for him to explain himself if he felt it necessary.

A non-answer was exactly the type of response Dipper was expecting to receive from his sister’s best friend, and yet when he actually hears it he can’t hold back the small groan that escapes his lips. “That’s... fair,” he admits with a sigh, shaking his head slightly before frowning as Grenda continues to explain how they weren’t mad but obviously weren’t very happy with him either. “Nothing happened,” he starts to explain, though he doesn’t really want to. “She walked me home and I passed out as soon as we got the Shack.” That was mostly the truth - or at least as much of the truth that Dipper could remember. Did it leave out the fact that he had been the one to invite her over in the first place? Yeah - but that wasn’t a detail that stuck out strongly in Dipper’s memory of that night.

[dippindots-pines]

ccandycchiu​:

Not feeling in the mood to partake within the festivities that the ball has to offer yet also not wanting to bring the mood down for her bestie slash date to the ball, Grenda, Candy opted to separate herself from her them, and had instead relocated herself to an unused table. Here is where she planned on spending her time, in no way was she planning on getting up to dance even though she knew if Grenda found her again at some point, dancing is what they would want to do with her, and at best, the most Candy would want to leave this table for is to go and get a drink. But even then, she couldn’t find the will to want and stand up to head towards the mini bar and do just that. All she wanted to do was nothing. Candy sighed. Her emotions were completely all over the place, so much she didn’t react even when she was found by Dipper. Instead, she barely gave him a glance as she crossed her arms and leaned against the table with a melancholy look upon her face. She didn’t question why Dipper was staring at her and not saying anything else outside of his greeting, but when he finally did, the girl merely shrugged at him. “….Not in the mood for dancing, Dipper.” Candy replied. “Don’t want to do anything really.” 

It takes a moment for Dipper to really register Candy’s answer in his brain. Because it’s just... such an un-Candy-like response to be given. Normally the mere mention of dancing would have had the girl jumping to her feet and dragging Dipper away to join her on the ballroom floor. Which was kind of the reaction he had been expecting, not for her to sink down even further in her chair and admit that she doesn’t want to do anything. “Oh,” he replies dumbly, not really sure what else to say. Though he does drop down into the empty seat beside his friend, placing his hands on the table and just sort of continuing to stare at her as if he could figure everything out from a few looks. “So you... just want to sit here?” 

[dippindots-pines]

onefinned​:

Nico knew he was not going to a ball without Mabel. Nor was he going to let Mabel go alone. So the logical solution was to go together, obviously. He felt kind of stuffy being in a suit but it was only for one night. He would survive. He’d been nervous about his friendship with Dipper since he’d started seeing Mabel in a romantic light, but it didn’t seem as if anything had changed between the two. Which was a relief for him. When Dipper approaches him, arm draping around Nico’s shoulder he can’t help but grin. “You only want me to kiss your sister so she doesn’t get her heart broken on New Years. Not that I would ever do that. I want nothing more than to see her happy. And, uh, kiss her at midnight obviously.”

When Nico restates Dipper’s original words like that, it sounds kinda bad. “Maybe?” he answers, though it comes out as more of a question than a confident statement. “Is it shitty to say yes?” Shaking his head, Dipper knows the answer to that question already and quickly continues on to save his ass. “Yeah, yeah, it does. But - in my defense.... I’m suppose to look out for her, you know? Be a good twin brother and all that. So... this is my reminding you - kiss her at midnight or she’ll be sad.” Mabel likely wouldn’t want Dipper to be going around discussing this with the person she had a complicated almost relationship with, but there was no stopping him now that he was already here.

[dippindots-pines]

ppennypproud​:

penny had been having a pretty good time so far. she had a few drinks, she danced with her cute date, and she didn’t have any drama or her daddy knocking down the door for once. it was a nice feeling, really. and when dipper had walked over to her, she couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. poor boy was wasted. and she was both entertained and a little worried. “dipper! i’m here!” she greeted him back, letting out another laugh. “how’s my favorite little conspiracy theorist doing? behavin’? dancin’? i already know you’re enjoyin’ the free champagne.” she really should do that too. but she had some work to catch up on and she didn’t want to spend the next day in bed with a headache. “do you need some water?”

at the bright laughter that penny lets out over his excitement at seeing her, dipper can’t help but grin like an idiot. “i’m doing great,” he answers without hesitation, not even offended by the conspiracy theorist comment. because it’s true and he’s drunk enough to know that and not be bothered by it. if penny thinks it’s cool to be into all that kind of stuff, then right now he’s gonna believe that. at the mention of water he wants to argue that he’s fine and doesn’t need any, but as he takes a sip of the colorful drink already in hand, he tries to recall when the last time he had a water break was. “that... is probably smart,” he admits with a nod. “but i’m fonna finish this one first, mmkay?”

[dippindots-pines]

daniidenniison​:

After receiving a slightly helpful pep talk from her older brother, Dani knew that she would have to face her date at some point. Not as if she didn’t want to because if she didn’t, she wouldn’t have agreed to become Dipper’s date in the first place. But she didn’t have the slightest clue on how she’ll react to him when she see’s him again, having barely been able to formulate full on sentences earlier when they made their way here without stumbling with her words. Honestly, the girl came off as a bumbling idiot and she wouldn’t have been surprised if Dipper decided that he would much rather spend his night around people who can actually talk to him. Which is why she didn’t try too hard to look for him after she split away from Max, instead snagging a random drink from one of the trays offered by a volunteer who was handing them out, and then consuming it completely. Receiving a slight buzz from it, Dani was now making her way over towards the buffet and as she was doing so, that’s when her date made his presences known. With her cheeks flushing a faint pink at their now close proximity, the brunette made a smile. “Just one.” she replied, thanking the fact that she didn’t stutter when she did so. Drinking a lot wasn’t something she planned on doing tonight, but at his offer to get her more, the girl couldn’t help but now grin at that. “Are you planning on being a bad influence on me tonight?” she asked in humor.  “I don’t know how Max would feel about that.” 

At the way Dani returned the smile and the answer she gave to his question, the corner of Dipper’s lips twisted even higher. Not that it really mattered to him if the girl was drinking tonight, if she didn’t want to have any alcohol that would be more than fine with him and he would slow his roll to try to be respectful - but there’s something about the fact that she already went out of her way to steal a drink that told Dipper this was going to be a good night. Not that he had really doubted it... well, okay, he had - but not because of Dani. That part he knew would be fun. Just the whole... formal ball in general - that was what he had been worried about. But now he knew that between hanging out with his friends, Dani included, and the alcohol that was free flowing at the bar and making its way around the room on trays... it was going to be a good night. “Don’t you already know, I’m a bad boy now,” he jokes, dropping his eyes and giving a bit of a pout in an attempt to seem like some kind of bad boy. It likely looks ridiculous, and he knows that, so it doesn’t last long before he’s smiling again and offering a small shrug. “I’m sure Max won’t mind. Besides, he’ll be too busy with Allison to notice anyway.”

[maxdennisonn]

event starter for @dippindots-pines​

Max was quite fond of his sister’s date to the ball, one sir Dipper Pines. He loved the Pines twins as he loved Violet, as an extension of his siblings beyond Dani. It made it kind of strange, sending two people he considered siblings off to the holiday ball together, but Dani seemed elated to be going with him. As long as she was happy, so was Max. He did need to set things with his sister’s date straight, though, and be sure that he didn’t have anything to worry about and could enjoy his night with Alli. “Just the man I was looking to find,” Max greeted as he approached Dipper, clapping his hand on his back lightly. “I heard you’re here with my sister. Thank you for asking her before I had to convince her to sign up for the blind date pool,” he laughed.

[dippindots-pines]

Though Dipper had watched Max approach him he hadn’t fully expected the clap on the back, and considering he was well past tipsy at this point it didn’t take much to get him stumbling on his feet. Catching himself before he could actually fall, Dipper simply looks up at the older boy with a sheepish grin. “Yeah,” he agrees, raising his shoulders in a half shrug. “I knew Mabel was going to throw my name into that if I didn’t get a date, so I figured why not go with Dani?” That probably isn’t the best way to explain why he decided to ask out Max’s younger sister to the ball - but it is indeed the truth, and since they’re just there as friends Dipper doesn’t really see the harm in admitting that.

[phtbcbble]

Closed Starter for [ @dippindots-pines ]

“Why do I have the nagging suspicion that you’re avoiding me?” Bobble questioned, as he placed his arm around Dipper’s shoulders. Throughout most of the night, he’s come to notice how the brunette’s been going back and forth among many others, chatting among them and having a grand of a time with them. And while it was a nice sight to watch and Bobble himself has been doing the same whenever he wasn’t spending his time with Clank or Dessa, the blonde also couldn’t help but wonder why throughout these constant endeavors between others, did Dipper not come to him once? They were friends, weren’t they? Granted, they may not be as close as they most likely were with others, but Bobble certainly viewed the him as a good friend of his. So when he noticed how the other male was finally alone for once, the tinkerer decided to go up to him himself. “You’ve been mingling with many others, and not once have you done so with me?” Bobble questioned, feigning a look of offense as he did so. “Why is that?” 

[dippindots-pines]

Even with the liquid courage of alcohol in his system when an arm is suddenly drapped across his shoulder, Dipper can’t help the small flinch that involuntarily comes from him at the contact. Though it is thanks to the alcohol that he doesn’t automatically shove the person away, instead turning his head to see exactly who it is before reacting any further. And at the sight of Bobble, he relaxes his muscles and stops being so on guard. Of course that doesn’t mean that anything the other boy is saying makes any sense to Dipper, as he finally zones in just what this conversation is about. “Huh?” he questions stupidly, confused for a second as to if he really did something wrong not seeking out the other boy before now. “I haven’t seen you. And I’ve only talked to like... five people.” A statement that is certainly not true, but Dipper’s too far gone to remember just how many people he’s hung out with so far. It doesn’t feel like it’s been that many, considering he isn’t overwhelmed by all the social interaction yet, but that is likely due to the fact that he’s well past tipsy at this point in the night.

[dippindots-pines]

closed starter for @littlemissnorthwest​ location: winter wonderland ball

while the last time dipper had been drinking, it resulted in a momentary weak spot for a certain blonde bully that on any regular day he would be quick to proclaim he outright hated. but tonight wasn’t going to be like that. tonight dipper wasn’t nearly as drunk as he had been at that bar and he had just spent about a week barely talking to his sister because of the night he’d shown sympathy towards pacifica. so when he finds himself approaching her, it’s far from with the intentions of being kind or continuing down the path of trying to mend bridges. “what kind of parallel universe are we in right now?” he asks, a small little smirk on his lips that indicated the rest of his thought wasn’t going to be so nice. “who would have thought that me, dipper pines, biggest loser in walt grove according to you, would have a date tonight... while you, pacifica northwest, don’t.” a bit of a drunken giggle escapes him at the thought, making his attempt at being the bully in this relationship fall a bit short.