βSammy my man-β
*Dipper slides up shooting finger guns, then once again like always falls on the floor.*
βowβ¦β
*He dusts himself off and laughs softly.*
βwhatβs your thoughts on match making?β
β Oh? Do you have a crush Dips? β
* Sammy chortles, covering his mouth as he does so. He then rolls his eyes and sighs. *
β Who is it? Who am I setting up? β














