#pigdazzling

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✯ Ever since she won that eating contest months ago, Maya has been 1000 dollars richer. She hasn't had a chance to spend it properly, though, that with all the things she's experienced the past few months, like Phoenix coming to Hive City or all the events that befell the city.

✯ That, however, ends today! It’s been too long ever since she got a chance of being a big spender, so here she is, at a rather cheap mall at Sector 5. It’s just her, her money and her crime partner, Mabel Pines.

.:[ ★ ☆ ]:. “Yo, why’s this ‘Mabel Juice’ gotta cost extra?”

    The party was already lively enough, and to his surprise the night had been going pretty damn well for the most part. After an hour or so he figures it’s about time he check in with Mabel, maybe humor her in some impromptu karaoke or something like that. What he spies from a few yards away is a bit of a shock: a stranger handing money off to his sister in the most discreet manner possible. She passes him something, and the two part ways without so much of a word. Of course, Dipper had to know, but he waits until the exchange is through before approaching her.

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    Tyrone was panicked. Well, he was often panicked, but this was an elevated form of panic that only came with an emergency, such as part of his arm disintegrating. It had been a complete accident, what else would it be? There had been a leak in the kitchen piping; the faucet had spouted out a jet of water straight for him. Tyrone had gotten out of the way just in time, but, the projectile water had skimmed the side of his arm, instantly causing it so take off part of his arm. It stung like what felt like a third-degree burn, but, after a while he couldn’t feel it at all.

     Bursting into Mabel’s room with a yelp, Tyrone holds up his limp, dripping arm, panicking when it flopped about without any indication of having form. It didn’t necessarily hurt, it was just really numb. Not knowing what to do, he hyperventilated and looked to his sister for some sort of condolences.

    “Mabel don’t–”

    “Don’t. Move. Just. Take a step to your left. A little more. Okay. Okay, you’re good.” It was little surprise that someone would come into the kitchen and bump into something fragile. Overnight Dipper had stocked up on all sorts of weird bottles and jars of go-knows-what, until the room was nearly overflowing. Did he even get any sleep the night before? It sure didn’t look like it, because even at this hour in the early morning he was obsessively working over a cauldron, frantically moving between a tattered tome on the counter an the pot’s contents, each time darting to another point in the room to grab a pinch of something-or-other.

Dipper knocks, once, twice, three times. The twins wait, neither of them quite able to stand still. No answer. The boy knocks again, this time not without a confirmation that it’s not just any stranger.

“Sayo?” He says their name softly, like a secret. “It’s Dipper. Mabel’s here too. Can we come in...?”

Being broke with no job probably wasn’t helping Ekko in the least. On top of that, he wasn’t really one to go look for one either. It wasn’t like he had nowhere to sleep and if he needed to he could always steal food. It wasn't exactly the purest of morals he had, but he could live with that. However, he definitely could use something to deal with his hair situation.

Ekko was used to a variety of hairstyles, he enjoyed it. Though, that wasn’t exactly an option for him at the moment. Plus he had no product to keep his huge mohawk up. So for now, he kept it in a small ponytail. This is, of course, what convinced him to actually look for a job. Kind of.

As he strolled around “searching” for anywhere that he could work he noticed a little place. It was called the Mystery Shack. Hmm...sounded right up his alley. Mystery was his middle name. Not really, his middle name wasn’t actually that cool. He turned on his heel and made his way into the shack.

As he entered he noticed an array of different strange objects and...was that Mabel? Ekko walked over to the girl, it was certainly her. There was no mistaking a quirky outfit like that.