continued from x || @doritoangulum
Alright, on a list of the freakiest things he’s ever seen, that is definitely up there. Mason cringes, just slightly, when the creature- refuses to think of him as a god, even though that’s disrespectful- snatches the fry as though it were a fly.
Granted, it’s his own fault for throwing it in the first place, but until that moment he wasn’t entirely sure this was real. Is real.
He has his doubts.
How expected, the teasing, the questions- well. If nothing else, that’s convincing. Dipper pulls another fry from the carton in hand- can question how this happened later- and eats it, acting as best he could as though this were nothing.
“I’d take that as a compliment if it were anyone else,” he remarks. Age has made him cockier, and done nothing for the tired look about his eyes- but the scruff on his jaw gives him a nice touch. He needs to shave.
And then the being before him jabs at being lost and he stiffens- man, Dipper needs to work on that. Instead of acknowledging it, he shrugs one shoulder and lifts the carton. “I mean if you want another, they’re still warm.” He’s gotta get back home.
