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Frederick "Fred" Krogar

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meridiandippingsauce:

Dipper pulled out his phone and took a moment to type, raising his brow even further when the results for ‘world’s greatest detective’ showed up with clips from the Batman series and pictures from the comic books. “That’s ridiculous,” Dipper said, shaking his head. “He’s no detective. You need finesse, subtlety, acumen. I’d like to see Batman solve a case better than Hercule Poirot or Merrily Watkins.”

Fred gave a quick, smug smirk when the results clearly came back to be as he said. Though, the boy’s remaining unimpressed attitude made his frown return instantly. He was about to open his mouth to argue, but lost his train of thought at the unfamiliar sounding names. “Hercules wha-? ---and Mary who? No offense, man, but neither of them sounds as cool as Batman.”

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meridiandippingsauce:

“I’m pretty sure no one has ever called Batman ‘the world’s greatest detective’,” Dipper replied, quirking a brow.

“Google it, dude,” Fred said with a quick, ‘duh’-sounding laugh, “I swear on my life.” 

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meridiandippingsauce:

“Well, sure, some of it’s good,” Dipper answered slowly, “But if you’re suggesting that comic books could ever top authors like Agatha Christie or Edgar Allen Poe, I’m gonna have to disagree.”

“Eh, I dunno, man. I think a good Frank Miller graphic novel could school them any day. You ever read The Dark Knight? I mean, they don’t call Batman the world’s greatest detective because he’s known for his bad mystery stories.”

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meridiandippingsauce:

“Same,” Dipper sighed. “Trust me, man, athletic ability is way overrated.” He tapped the book with his forefinger. “This stuff is where the real fun happens.”

Fred nodded his head in agreement, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, I generally keep my reading a bit more picture friendly, though. Novels are great and all, but comics are just so much more captivating, y’know? I think so anyway.”

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meridiandippingsauce:

“S’all right,” Dipper said with a shrug, marking his place in the book. “Just so long as you don’t spoil anything. You a mystery fan too, then?”

Fred mirrored the other’s shrug and collapsed into a nearby chair. “I’m pretty much a fan of everything,” he said through his usual, ever-present grin, “except sports. Dunno why. Can’t get into ‘em. Maybe if the players wore capes I’d be more interested..”

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meridiandippingsauce:

“Oh, so Justice Wargrave has been alive the whole time,” Dipper mumbled to himself as he turned the page. “That explains a lot…”

He looked up, finally, as he heard footsteps approaching. “Hi?”

Fred glanced from the title of the book up to the boy’s face before giving a quick, embarrassed smile. “Sorry,” he said quickly, gesturing with one hand to the reading material, “I recognized the book -- didn’t mean to, uh...invade your personal crime-based reading time.”

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built-up-buttercup:

Bryony rose a brow at the other unimpressed. She didn’t return the smile, though his friendly demeanor did soften her initial harshness. “Most holidays tend to have more meaningful points, but if you say so. It’s going to make them sick, not to mention path a way to unhealthy eating.” 

Fred merely raised his eyebrows in mild amusement at her refusal to change her answer. “You sound like my grandmother,” he said decidedly, quickly sitting up a bit and changing his tone, “--not in, like, a bad way though. She had good intentions and all, but she always gave me crap about my eating habits.” 

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perfectlypacifica:

“..Okay, please tell me that was a lame attempt at humor.”

“Come on, it was a little funny.”

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perfectlypacifica:

“Okay, which shade of lipstick says ‘I’m way out of your league’ louder? Peach Crush or Violet Intrigue?” 

“Who cares about what it says? If you found talking lipstick, that sounds like the bigger issue.”

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bxcipher:

“You’re going to have to work on that. I’m disappointed, honestly. It’s accurate, but bad.”

“Accurate but bad, huh..? Not unlike most things I do in life.”

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unrealblxnde:

A few moments afterwards – her head having cooled down, her fists unclenched –, Fred’s reaction made her laugh. SNORT, almost. She could become easily angry, but obtaining responses like this would succeed at bringing her back to normal. The blond’s hurried apologizing sputter brought a wide grin to her face, and just before walking to the other side of the car and get in the co-pilot seat, she playfully punched Fred’s shoulder and aimed her smiled at him. There was a slight probability the punch might’ve been stronger than she had expected, but the blonde paid it no mind at all. “Hey, relax, kid! While it’d be fun making you suffer, just keep things like that to yourself and we shall be fine… or something like that.”

Ruffnut nodded, but added, before stepping inside: “Food. What was the place’s name, again?”

The punch to his arm made him actually release a small, unintentional ‘ow!’ This girl was tough -- possibly even tougher than Go-Go was. She hit harder, anyway. However, despite the fact that he had in all likelihood just received a decently sized bruise, Fred couldn’t help but smile as he rubbed his shoulder. “It’d be easier to relax if I wasn’t in constant fear of being a human punching bag,” he joked, settling inside the driver’s seat and inserting the keys into the ignition, “your power level is a little higher than mine, so take it down a few notches next time and spare me the battle scar, ‘kay?” 

Fred absent-mindedly handed the girl a case filled with CDs before he began driving, asking her without words to make a choice on the music. “You know,” he said, turning his attention to the road as they made their way down it, “I’m not sure, actually. My friends and I used to eat there all the time, and I never really checked. It’s good, though -- that’s what matters.”

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built-up-buttercup:

“I don’t understand the point of this holiday, or how hypocritical the whole mindset of it is. Besides, like hell I’m paying for someone else’s kid’s sugar addiction.” 

“Eh, I think you might be taking it a bit too seriously. The point of any holiday, essentially, is just to enjoy it, right?” Fred scratched the back of his neck and tilted his head slightly, offering the stranger a small smile. “Besides, I think every kid should be allowed to indulge in a sugar addiction once a year...or a few times a year...”

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wickedgrimhilde:

“Uh..nope. I’d rather watch paint dry.” Grim replied after a moment of hesitation. She had no intention of testing just how uncoordinated she was in public.

Unable to detect the sarcasm in her voice, Fred tilted his head with the utmost curiosity. “Why? Dos it look cool or something--?”

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tootstho:

The only thing Tootles had injured was his pride, so he simply grumbled under his breath and took hold of Fred’s hand. “This trick is so fuckin’ stupid,” he huffed, pulling himself up with Fred’s help. “Can we just try something else?”

Fred still had the slightest hint of amusement plastered on his face, though he tried his best to subdue it. He didn’t argue about the trick being stupid -- figuring nothing he said at this point would heal an injured pride. “Sure, man. What’d you have in mind?”

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unrealblxnde:

Fred. She’d remember it. A smirk danced across her lips as she walked near him with a determined pace. It had all been going swimmingly until that comment. Unfortunately, ‘agressive’ was one of the words you could use to describe Regina– Thorston, in this case. “Your eyes are okay – don’t ever say that again if you want to keep both of them.”  It wasn’t a compliment in the slightes, harshness laced onto every word.

                                                                                         "Food, remember? Come on.”

Fred was still so much so in his own little mind that his mouth had already begun moving before his brain registered Regina’s words. “Yeah, my eyes are 20/20. I can pretty much--” he began to trail off with a goofish laugh before suddenly pausing, realizing the harshness of her words, “--huh? O-oh, I -- okay. I didn’t, uh...mean to...o-offend, or...” Fred’s words derailed into a mixture of bewildered stammers. He wasn’t quite sure what he had said to make his new acquaintance angry, but he was sure it justified. He had a way of mucking things up like that, after all. It was only when the girl reminded him of their destination that he finally shut his big mouth. “Right,” he answered in a smaller voice than before, his smiling just barely returning as they reached his car, “food.”

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theconniemaheswaran:

“Of course! What would I do without a Han Solo?”

“We’ll also need a Chewbecca, then. You don’t happen to have a large, brown dog, do you?”