@dipdopwomp The nights in the attic of the Shack always seemed to have only two settings: Freezing cold or scalding hot. The latter was weighing down hard on Dipper's body tonight, as he threw himself around, captured in a terribly hectic slumber. While his body tried to catch as much air as possible by flattening out and spreading, his brain was confined, barely able to manage building a relieving dream... That was until a rare, yet familiar intrusion just insered itself into his thoughts and forced his body into a limp, calm state, finally pushing the restless mind into a phase of deep slumber. The subtlety was like it poked around his back and neck, cool awareness just gliding over him, before it grabbed his collar mercilessly and yanked him into thick darkness, building the triangle he knew so well, sharp and clear in the cool, dark surroundings, illuminating his face slightly as the cat-like eye stared at him... THROUGH him. "HEYA, PINE TREE~ WHAT'S MY FAVORITE FLESHBAG UP TO TONIGHT? DESPITE STRANGLING YOURSELF WITH YOUR BLANKETS OF COURSE." His eye crinkled again smugly as he playfully seared around Dipper's head and poked the tip of one of his ears. "I HEARD YOU MISSED ME TERRIBLY~"

@dipdopwomp Tribus blinked floating across from his new author. He waved his hand infornt of the other’s face when the author finally put on the eye glass. “Can you see me?” He asked tilting his head. He looked to be around the other’s age. Tribus smiled bowing. “Hello I’m Tribus your gloassary and guide to journal 3!”