[ Let's be real, there is probably a circumstance out there in which Dipper would get startled by peanuts. Luckily for his dignity, that isn't the case (this time).
Dipper feels his entire body tensing up, fingers digging hard into the straps of the backpack sitting beside him, even after he's hushed—rather than ambushed, which says a lot about who's there. He squints, only just making out the silhouette before he notices all the red. ]
... HB! [ The name slips out of his mouth a volume louder than intended before he realizes it; slapping a hand over his mouth when it belatedly hits him, Dipper winces. Then, quieter: ] Not clear?
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Dipper feels his entire body tensing up, fingers digging hard into the straps of the backpack sitting beside him, even after he's hushed—rather than ambushed, which says a lot about who's there. He squints, only just making out the silhouette before he notices all the red. ]
... HB! [ The name slips out of his mouth a volume louder than intended before he realizes it; slapping a hand over his mouth when it belatedly hits him, Dipper winces. Then, quieter: ] Not clear?