[Last month had been ...something. Dipper spent a lot of that time cooped up at home with his family. Now that some time had passed, and Dipper was actually feeling better, he had to get out. He had a city to explore and he could only keep himself from getting antsy for so long. Not even the looming threat of October could hold him back. For now.]
[The campfires had caught his attention, listening to locals and sleepers alike tell stories. Hearing about legends and ghosts from different worlds and cultures was practically catnip to Dipper, and he sat near the fire with his journal out, making notes against the gentle crackle of flames.]
[He's a little easy to miss this way, since he hadn't bothered to speak up too much himself, content to listen to everyone else's stories. When Rapunzel speaks, he glaces up with a frown.]
[Wow. That's a lot of fucking hair.]
There's definitely something mesmerizing about a good campfire.
[But ...if someone is naturally dissociating in front of a campfire, probably they have a lot on their mind they don't want to think about. It's not something Dipper is a stranger to. He falls quiet a moment before he offers:]
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[The campfires had caught his attention, listening to locals and sleepers alike tell stories. Hearing about legends and ghosts from different worlds and cultures was practically catnip to Dipper, and he sat near the fire with his journal out, making notes against the gentle crackle of flames.]
[He's a little easy to miss this way, since he hadn't bothered to speak up too much himself, content to listen to everyone else's stories. When Rapunzel speaks, he glaces up with a frown.]
[Wow. That's a lot of fucking hair.]
There's definitely something mesmerizing about a good campfire.
[But ...if someone is naturally dissociating in front of a campfire, probably they have a lot on their mind they don't want to think about. It's not something Dipper is a stranger to. He falls quiet a moment before he offers:]
Wanna hear a ghost story?