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Dipper Pines ([personal profile] captainbuzzkill) wrote in [community profile] legionmissions 2017-01-06 07:01 am (UTC)

His hat fell off in the fall and his hair is messy enough that his Big Dipper-shaped birthmark is visible.

"Uh. Hi," he says, his voice slightly chirpy despite their situation.

Then he realizes he's still holding onto her and whoops. Haha, time to stop doing that.

He withdraws his arms like he's suddenly just realized he's holding onto a rabid raccoon, and pushes himself up to a sit, looking at the way they'd fallen from. He can't even tell if the house is there anymore due to the fog, but at the very least nothing seems to be chasing them. Yet.

He's a little worse for wear. His right sleeve is shredded all the way up to the shoulder and he has little cuts and tears all over his costume that look like they go at least skin deep, judging from the blood stains. Fortunately, he has no major injuries, though.

He looks around for his baseball cap and notices it's within arm's reach. Leaning over to snag it, he puts it back on his head, and turns back to look at her.

"There was, uh. A monster. That was about to get you from behind. So..." So his first impulse had been to tackle her out of a second-story window. Naturally. "Are you okay?"

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