[Sorry this house is a nightmare if you're not prepared for it. There was a reason Dipper kept them on the porch the first time they met. He didn't know what the demon possessing him might do once they crossed the threshold. Man, what a quirky family, huh!]
[Yuiko watches them for a moment before she floats to the other side of Dipper. She is protective, but she seems to have deemed Falco at least acceptable to be in the room. She's watching, though!]
[Meanwhile, Dipper is looking Falco over with some measure of concern, once he's in the room proper. Trying to see if he's showing any concerning signs from their incident. If he's got new scars, or if anything looks off. Dipper himself, at least at first glance, only has one new scar, just under his bad eye. It's not until he lifts a hand to pat the bed for Falco to sit that he might catch something more.]
[He got burned pretty badly in the blast, it's a miracle it's not worse than it is, but Dipper's hands are somewhat discolored, patchy and pale. He's wearing long sleeves, so he's probably hiding more.]
I'm- I'll manage. It's um... not the first time I've died.
[What a weird feather to have in his cap.]
What about you? How's um. [He almost doesn't want to say it out loud. Then, softly and with a great deal of fear:]
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[Yuiko watches them for a moment before she floats to the other side of Dipper. She is protective, but she seems to have deemed Falco at least acceptable to be in the room. She's watching, though!]
[Meanwhile, Dipper is looking Falco over with some measure of concern, once he's in the room proper. Trying to see if he's showing any concerning signs from their incident. If he's got new scars, or if anything looks off. Dipper himself, at least at first glance, only has one new scar, just under his bad eye. It's not until he lifts a hand to pat the bed for Falco to sit that he might catch something more.]
[He got burned pretty badly in the blast, it's a miracle it's not worse than it is, but Dipper's hands are somewhat discolored, patchy and pale. He's wearing long sleeves, so he's probably hiding more.]
I'm- I'll manage. It's um... not the first time I've died.
[What a weird feather to have in his cap.]
What about you? How's um. [He almost doesn't want to say it out loud. Then, softly and with a great deal of fear:]
...Did I make it worse?