He usually doesn't have such thoughts about his
' condition ', but right now....Norman is really wishing
that he could see. He can read the silence & clipped
tone & exhaustion in Dipper's speech pattern, the
way he's damn near thrown himself into researching
one of the journal's many secrets as if his life depended
on it ;; but it's ---------- concerning. To Norman, it doesn't
seem like his best friend is getting any decent shut eye
& the medium would bet his entire allowance that Dipper
hasn't showered in who knows how long! .....Well, longer
than usual, that is.
Furrowing his brow & fiddling with the strings of his hoody,
Norman shifted from where he sat next to his best friend
on the floor of the twin's shared bedroom, turning so his
body is more inclined towards Dipper. The furious scratching
& erasing of a lead pencil only deepen his concern.
“ ....Dip......don't you think it's time you, iunno..
take a snack break or something...? I mean.... ”
He reaches a hand forward, touching cool, thoughtful fingertips
across Dipper's forehead, down the bridge of his nose
& underneath his left eye.
“ G e e z.....you've got more bags under your eyes than me..
and that's really saying something. ”