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    Autumn had come and gone in what felt like the mere blink of an eye. Tyrone didn’t mind, he liked the drier seasons, it meant less rain to worry about. Although, he wasn’t sure how he felt about the absurd amount of leaves he had to sweep up from the porch of the Mystery Shack. Man, he always got the short end of the stick with chores – even more so than Dipper did! But, whatever, it wasn’t like they were all that busy anyway. It gave him something to do.

    In the distance, Tyrone could see a strange pointed red hat, one that was nearly identical to what he recognized as typical gnome attire. Tyrone wasn’t personally versed in the fashion choices of gnomes, but, he did share Dipper’s memories, and Dipper had seen plenty of gnomes in his time. The person in the distance looked a whole lot like he was impersonating one. As the teen approached, it became clear he was the near opposite of a gnome, in fact he was a total beanpole.

    “Welcome to the Mystery Shack,” he called out, accustomed to greeting customers out of habit. Not looking up from his sweeping, his cleaning slowly comes to a halt when he notices the boy’s distraught expression out of the corner of his eye. Pausing, he leans on the broom, giving the caped teen a once over before talking to him. Tyrone knew that look, the kid was probably new to the city. He looked so confused, so lost.

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[ ✥ ]—— Wataru had been nothing but formal towards his new flatmates, so far. The space in the apartment is enough for four people, but he expected to see them more often. There's never a time to have a chat with any of them, but today seems to be lucky for him. It's a bit surprising that one of the people he's rooming with is only a kid. It's a bit easier for him to interact with younger children rather than adults his age.

      He's noticed the lantern Wirt carries around, and although he doesn't understand the point of it, he knows better than ask boldly and cause awkwardness.