”Sammy my man-“
*Dipper slides up shooting finger guns, then once again like always falls on the floor.*
“ow…”
*He dusts himself off and laughs softly.*
“what’s your thoughts on match making?”
“ Oh? Do you have a crush Dips? “
* Sammy chortles, covering his mouth as he does so. He then rolls his eyes and sighs. *
“ Who is it? Who am I setting up? “









