#pinetrust

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*grabby hands* ur interactions, hand em over

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     “DID YOU KNOW HARRY HOUDINI WORE A WIG?? I GUESS SO BECAUSE YOU JUST  S N A T C H E D  IT ! !”

      Smile as bright as the stage lights he had just exited from underneath, she invited herself into his dressing room as casually as she would have entered her own home-- And really, if one couldn’t feel at home around the one they loved, then did they even know what ‘home’ felt like? Disinterested glares made her feel appreciated, and the clipped tone he used may have well been a warm embrace. Despite all the coldness occasionally directed her way, in his presence was where she felt the most secure to take shelter from all the madness that occurred around them. 

      Like the eye of an incredibly handsome storm, Mason Gleeful’s presence always calmed her. 

     She knew where she stood, and that was far beneath him, gazing up at him like the star he was. 

      Sitting down on the couch, her hand slid out of her pocket, chipped neon-nails sliding a puzzle piece on the tabletop quietly, like a voicemail to be listened to at a later date as opposed to the call at hand, her blue eyes settled on his form across the room, cheeks flushed and genuine joy dancing across each expression she made, a choreographed melody of complete adoration. 

Okay this was borderling creepy. She'd been following the "new guy" around for 20 minutes. She wanted to say hi and meet him but she wanted to see if a kind attitude matched his kind face. Him and his sister just came into town and she'd wanted to introduce herself right away but she never got the chance and swam home.

However, she was pretty sure he was lost because he was walking to the edge of the town not many come out except to fish on days they couldn't anywhere else. He had a cute knit in his brow but she's positive it wasn't nice for him so she pulled up all her nervousness and popped up from the water right next to him.

The  time  read  2:04 am.  She  wasn’t  sure  if  Dipper  would  be  awake  or  not,  but  she  supposed  it  wouldn’t  kill  her  to  try.  So  she  dialed  his  number  and  pressed  the  phone  to  her  ear,  waiting.  

random / totally unprovoked interactions || @pinetrust { always accepting }

      “ Oh, && what might this be ? “

CERULEAN GAZE RISES TO connect with the other’s, gloved hand resting lightly against her face while the other reaches for the gift in a surprisingly ginger movement. What could it be / since when did Mason like their birthday / perhaps he’s just trying to be nice or rather he’s done something && decided to attempt BUTTERING her up before breaking the news. No, knowing him the Constellation merely wants her to be happy on the anniversary of their birth. Really, should the world be celebrating such a curse ?

      “ To you as well, dearest brother. ”

“can I punch the unicorn this time???”

honestly, he wasn’t even sure if it was OKAY to come here for this dilemma, after everything that had happened. but since his own sibling hadn’t returned for a good few days after another attack, he figured it best to seek SOME kind of help, and to not break down though it was evident he was on the verge of it. 

faded brown hues flicker up at the other’s visage in the entryway, tracey flinching slightly and taking a hesitant step back at the surprised exclamation. he was half-hoping that maybe mabel or stan would be the one to come. but don’t get the wrong idea, he didn’t hate dipper. he was just... nervous and a little scared of the reception. 

nevertheless, the clone had come looking for assistance, so he couldn’t just run back into the forest without a request or at LEAST some kind of explanation. tracey straightened, quickly blinking back inky black tears the best he could.