[ falco had neglected his omni for quite sometime after the incident, but not enough to miss a direct message to him. hand wondered if it was erwin trying to figure out where he’d gone, but started to fill with wide curiosity when he didn’t recognize the name.
he only recognized it after the fact, the signs, the chain of events and falco could feel his knees weaken enough that he has to sit back (stumble back, and nearly pushing a seat off its legs). ]
This is Dipper?
[ sure, he came back, but after not seeing anything by the shore himself during the time he’s hiked out there, neither anything dipper-related on the network itself, falco thought . . .
the rethought makes his insides ice over like trench’s bone biting winter and does uncomfortable flips harsh enough to drain the color from his face. he feels hot, and ill, like he’d lose the lunch he barely had the apetite to consume (luckily, he won’t— just a drop in his pressure). hence, the small delay when that happens, but he manages to pull through. by god, he has to pull through.
because he’s hearing guilt in the typed words and if anyone had to feel guilty right now— at least to falco, it wasn’t dipper by far. he’s scared out of his mind and doesn’t know the first thing on how to deal with this, but the answer to that question was half answered in his heart as is: he could run, no matter how much he wanted to. ]
anthony adams rubbing his hands
he only recognized it after the fact, the signs, the chain of events and falco could feel his knees weaken enough that he has to sit back (stumble back, and nearly pushing a seat off its legs). ]
This is Dipper?
[ sure, he came back, but after not seeing anything by the shore himself during the time he’s hiked out there, neither anything dipper-related on the network itself, falco thought . . .
the rethought makes his insides ice over like trench’s bone biting winter and does uncomfortable flips harsh enough to drain the color from his face. he feels hot, and ill, like he’d lose the lunch he barely had the apetite to consume (luckily, he won’t— just a drop in his pressure). hence, the small delay when that happens, but he manages to pull through. by god, he has to pull through.
because he’s hearing guilt in the typed words and if anyone had to feel guilty right now— at least to falco, it wasn’t dipper by far. he’s scared out of his mind and doesn’t know the first thing on how to deal with this, but the answer to that question was half answered in his heart as is: he could run, no matter how much he wanted to. ]
Can I see you, please? Would you allow that?