Dipper is laying on his bed, as he reads on of the journals, as he subconsciously chews on the end of one of his pens. He looks up and spots you, Sitting on a tree branch, Doing whatever you are doing. He grabs the journal, and jumps up, And he exits his room, going downstairs and outside the door to the tree you are at. Dipper:You! Who are you!? And what are you doing here? He says looking at you with suspicion, Raising one eyebrow in question
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