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/    will get too the others bff <3  ive been busy 

@cultofsaltz      [  a pause,  his breath catching in the cool night air,  a familiar voice cutting through the silence like a thread pulling him back to the moment.   he hadn’t heard her approach, typical: gigi.    the playful edge in her voice made him smilebut it was the undercurrent,  the subtle softness there,  the years between them reflected in every word that made his chest tighten. ] stalker?   huh.   well considering i’m usually the one doing the sneaking around,  i suppose i’ve earned it.     nothing.. nothing important.    [  his eyes flicked to hers, and for a moment, it felt like the distance between them had narrowed;  the years, the unsaid things, the quiet tension that lived in the spaces between them.]     what are you doing here?  

kidding.   (ish.)    what’cha doing,  uhh,  down there?

priceless.   wish i had a cam on me or something.       —you like the costume or what?

i’m bored.   i get my rocks off playing with ghosts. 

@myvampyr     we do..  why?   

better question,  do you have anything haunted here? 

@delicnt      [  his brows furrowed,   then he remembered how he’d be gone for months? years?   so much stuff he’d kept to himself.   it was only fair to be honest.  she was his friend after all. ]    been a year or two,  we broke up.    guess we weren’t compatible after all.   some people just grow apart,   our needs didn’t align.  

even a blind person could tell how that’s not true, dipper.    [   she said,  placing the menu card back.  there was a waver of hesitation that came across her features.  ]     how are you and pacifica? 

@delicnt      it’s nothing.   nothing important at least.    

@devineisosceles    what!   miss you?    do you even hear yourself.    you’re delusional, bill. [ he scoffed,  rolling his eyes at the demon his words and insults. he was insufferable. ]      you’re stalking me,  it sounds like you have nothing better to do.    I was being sarcastic.  you’re so sick.  [hazel eyes watched him placing the items onto the counter,  his brows furrowed in slight confusion..  yet, he seems curious. his curiosity always seemed to get to him. especially when it came to bill,  what were even his intentions?  and why, hasn’t he killed him yet. questions,  that stayed unanswered. bill was like his own, sleep paralyzed demon.  visiting him whenever to torture him, with such nonsense. no wonder he was insomnia. ]    you know i don’t sleep, i can’t. i need to stay up,  i’m working onto something.  [a pause.]     you?  with black hair?  no,  i can’t picture it.    you sure, this is not some of your sick plans?    

@bearsfalls 
            Come on Pine tree,  you know me well enough to know that’s not gonna happen,  I know you missed me. *In a confident tone, he let a small smirk plaster on his lips and positioned his body to lean against the sink*   Yeah!!  do you want to join it??  It’s made to look like a band but in reality we’re just a bunch of cannibals looking for their next victims. *He nodded excitedly before pulling a bag out of nowhere.  Waving it around the other’s face, he grinned with enthusiasm* never doubt me.  You know that. *he moved  away as he walked towards a counter,  placing the items on top* it’s late,  why bother brushing your teeth when it’s going to be dawn in a few hours,  insomnia got you bad??  *A fake pout,  mocking the other.* oh!!  you actually care???  Well— you see I saw this dead guy have really nice black hair and thats when the idea popped up, I would look so nice,  wouldn’t I look nice, yes?? Yes I know. 

@devineisosceles      would it kill you to announce yourself first?     [he picked up his toothbrush that he’d dropped,  turning off the sink.  watching bill standing there as if the laws of space and privacy meant nothing to the entity.   his brows furrowed,  a dry chuckle left his lips.]     black hair?   what’s next,  starting a metal band?  [he added,  sarcastically.]   do you even have black dye.   [a hesitant pause,  why was he even agreeing to this?   has it been that lonely, that he now has conversations with the enemy.. enjoying the company. a friend? maybe.  no, he wanted to outsmart bill.  playing along, was the right move.]      sure, i help you.   why the need of change?  

he’s a scientist.  they might know each other but i’m not sure.  my dad never really spoke of people he knew or brought anyone over.   [  malia shrugs casually,  not thinking too much of it—   but maybe she should.  the thought would linger in the back of her mind.  there’s a hint of confusion in her expression before a small smile of her own takes place.  his words weren’t reassuring but she would give him grace.  ]   we can just say it’s not haunted until proven otherwise.   it’s clowns that you really gotta watch out for anyways.   [  while she does make a joke out of it,  there is some truth behind her words—  masked fear.  she shifts her weight to one side,  adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder.  while he rambles,  an amused brow arches at him with slightly curved lips.  she doesn’t give him an answer right away.  instead,  she lets the thought of her being some sort of criminal sink in.  for as long as she had been alive,  malia always had been a bit of a prankster:  often teasing others and letting them think one thing while she had the answers.  maybe it was toxic of her,  but she liked the power it gave her ego.  she would call it “harmless fun”.  finally,  a short chuckle.  ]    you ramble a lot,  you know that?   [  she comments playfully.  ]   but no,  i didn’t do anything b͟a͟d͟.   what kind of girl do you think i am?   i just needed a little break from work. 

@greengoree      it’s fine.   your dad?  what does he do?  maybe he has some connection with one of my great uncles.     that would make sense why he send you here.  [ a pondering pause,  he took one last look at the paper before he fixated his attention back onto her.   an amused laugh slipped past his lips. ]    no,  definitely not a hotel.  but we got enough rooms.  my uncle made it a sort of museum with all unusual stuff.    and it’s not haunted..    [ a long pause.  ]   i think.   actually i’m not sure about that though.         /so/  you needed to get away, you said?    i do hope, you did nothing bad.   not!  that i judge,  i don’t. i wouldn’t.  

what?    [  she doesn’t believe it at first until he gives her an explanation.   it would make sense,  however.   a heavy breath comes from her as she attempts to hide her frustration.   it soon turns to a unbelievable feeling,  a small smile forming at the corners of her lips.   ]    i didn’t realize.   my dad ..  this is irrelevant to you,  but my dad said i needed to “get away” for a while and gave this to me.   [  she gestures the paper.  ]   i was hoping this was the address of a nice hotel but guess not.  what’s so special about this mystery shack?   is it haunted or something?  

i mean,  they’re  /super/  cheesy,  but i like ‘em.   they’re cute.  as if,  y’know,  you liked something..  and i liked you enough to get into it too.     [she’ll turn to the mirror then, stealing a distinct, good look to the unlikely pair of them: barbie & ken, taking on the paranormal! dipper’s acute, never unhelpful. so she’ll squint vision and re—concentrate. a fluttered sigh as she, clearly unimpressed by a minor detail, seems to switch pose and look more closely to her companion. the saltzman sisters’ shared space is cluttered: a myriad of feminine gadgets and interests, left where they last held flighty attentions post negligent clean—up on sundays. the calamity of burdened space is felt less dauntingly with dipper’s residence, his fresh plait & slow smile.]     nah, keep it on.     [she’ll grab his hand in the blink of an eye, mold the two of them in with perfumed digits.]     it’s cute.  we’re.. cute.  see?

@cultofsaltz      what? why?  is it my outfit.    hm don’t you think..  matching caps is a bit too cheesy?    only clingy couples do that.   at least.. that’s what happen in movies.. not that it’s a bad thing.. just cheesy.     [a nervous chuckle, before he seemed to ponder.]     maybe,  i should just take mine off?        and like,   hold your hand?   

i so don’t think we’re passing for boyfriend / girlfriend.   ‘s gonna take more work for us to be convincing..    maybe i should wear a cap too.    ooh,  matching caps    —!

*     we still have these threads if you’d like to continue them my sweet <3 i’ll drop the lines regardless too! xx

huh?     [she’s tiptoeing around the grasslands like it’s fragile glass, teetering the verge of total annihilation by muddy worm. nothing ever seemed to change in the woods of gravity falls. just as creepy as the first day she’d stepped foot and very promptly promised self she’d never go wandering alone without either company or light. so that was one of two. teeth clutches on the flesh of inner—right cheek to provide blockage for the exhale of am unconvincing chuckle.]     (w..)   what’re you talking about?     [the elbow jab’ll be returned, perhaps less hearty from her end.]     i don’t wanna go back just yet.  let’s find another hiding spot.  never mind the dark. 

@cultofsaltz      seriously?   that was our last source of light..    maybe, i got a flashlight.  [a sigh, reaching into the pockets of his jacket but..  nothing.]       nope.     i guess we have to keep walking,   we didn’t went that far.       definitely not scared, i know these woods.   but..  you sound kind of tense. [he said with a teasing tone, using his elbow to lightly poke her side.] 

i think the question is what do  / you /  want.   if communication is hard for you how do i make it easier?

@myvampyr    no,   we don’t need therapy.  what do you want? 

i don’t think holding off on getting off will make you any better ..  unless you want to try couples therapy?   i wouldn’t mind.

well  /  duh  /  .  i would be pissed too if i ghosted me  !!  wait  -  i can't hide here  ,  its really dirty  :/

@he4rtlust      wait..  ugh okay fine.   get behind the counter.    he’s seems really pissed..