Sep 5, 2015
(( biirthmarkedpine ))
“ ......do you think the lights will go out, Dipper...? “
Norman muttered to his friend as he glanced over a shoulder at the Pines twin, turning back towards the window he knelt in front of, staring out at the horrible RAIN STORM surging just beyond the glass. He didn’t MIND weather like this, but he didn’t exactly LIKE the idea of sitting inside a pitch-black Shack..