week 3, Sunday, post-execution

[pinesfortruth]

[so after ... That... display, Dipper's a bit hesitant to approach Jake (and Dirk, who is probably his shadow), but then again-- he said he'd wanted to talk, and maybe it'd get his mind off of... disembowelment, which wowie is Dipper trying to not Think about that, like, at all. so. he gives the boy enough time to like wash out the blood probably (yikes? yikes) before going to find him]

Hey, Jake, um-- [should he mention the execution. let's not? let's not] you wanted to talk?

[dirk will get a little awkward half-wave of acknowledgement. wow dipper. super smooth. nailed it.]

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[potentite]

Awww Dipper, you sweet son of a gun. [Now Dipper gets his hair ruffled.] Well thank you. You and Mabel have been a bright spot in a bleak situation. That's why I'm serious if you two need help.

[splinten]

[nods] We'll do what we can, dude.

[pinesfortruth]

[he tries to duck a bit at the hair ruffling which is USELESS he has a HAT ON!!] Thanks for the offer. I'll keep it in mind. [dipper doesn't know how to deal with a genuine moment that lasts this long though so he tries to lighten the mood:] Does that include doing my laundry.

[potentite]

I grew up alone in a jungle. I didn't even have a bathroom.

[The fuck is laundry.]

[splinten]

[Dirk looks a little awkward, and glances away.] I... asked Dave to do laundry with him. We never did but it'd feel, like... shitty. Doing it with someone else.

[nice try lightening the mood Dipper]

[pinesfortruth]

[makes a choking noise and... flails]

SO HEY DID EITHER OF YOU EVER POP BUBBLE WRAP.

[nailed that subject change]

[potentite]

[Okay so congratulations to Dipper for getting a laugh out of Jake despite everything on his mind.]

Never so much as seen it in person.

[splinten]

[god this is hilarious. but.]

No one has given me any yet. [He wants some still??]

[pinesfortruth]

[oh thank god it worked]

Okay, well, I know Mabel has some now, she's been arts & crafting all over the room. So. That's gotta happen.

[potentite]

Oh! That stuff she used on my fake leg! I didn't want to touch it because it looked fragile...

[splinten]

Can I pop your leg.

[pinesfortruth]

Phrasing.

[the most important thing. because. that sounds a lot more dangerous than it is]

Yeah I would not try to walk on that leg. The last limbs she made didn't work super well. But the bubble wrap still works even if you pop it, so.

[potentite]

Yeah, she wanted me to try walking on it, but, um, I didn't put weight on it when I did. Don't tell her? I didn't want to disappoint her since I do like it...

[But more importantly:] Let's pop the bubbles not on my leg. I'd feel bad if she had to replace the bubble wrap on it.

[splinten]

Now who's the wet blanket? [it's YOU TWO!]

[pinesfortruth]

Dude. She knows you can't really walk on that. She's just trying to cheer you up. I'm pretty sure she put the bubble wrap there so you'd pop it.

[potentite]

Oh! Well, all right. We can pop my leg then.

[Sorry Dipper it's a good sentence.]

[splinten]

[aww yeah] Can we do it now.

[pinesfortruth]

[gravely, like this is a srs inquiry:]

Yes. Yes you can.

[potentite]

[Jake reaches down and takes off the leg Mabel gave him and holds it between him and Dirk.] Here, you can have the first pop.

[splinten]

No. [He glances at Dipper and Jake.] We pop together.

[He puts his hand on some bubbles. HE WON'T POP UNTIL THEY GET READY TO POP WITH HIM]

[pinesfortruth]

... I've popped bubble wrap before, but sure, okay.

[like he is going? to say no? to bubble wrap popping?]

[potentite]

All right, all right. [He smiles and shifts to lean more on his crutches so he can do this better.] I'll count us down from three to go. Three... two... one... go!

[Jake presses his thumbs down to pop two at once and he instantly bursts into giggles.]

[splinten]

[DIRK POPS ON TIME AND—]

...Heh.

[He Loves It.]

[pinesfortruth]

[Dipper also popped his but the grin on his face is more to do with Dirk and Jake smiling about it]

Told you it was fun. Okay, okay, now try popping as many as you can with just your palm!

[this is the stupidest private convo in the world]

[potentite]

[Rude brackets it's the purest private convo in the world.]

Okay, okay, oh gosh— [This is exciting. Jake tries to slap the bubble wrap with his palm and manages to get a few to pop, making him laugh again.]