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Mabel got her first job, she was now a waitress. When Dipper went for a visit to her bedroom, he saw her dancing while saying one-liners. He couldn’t but sigh, her nefarious intentions were obvious. She was planing a boy hunt, and the restaurant her land field. Oh, those poor owners didn’t know what they have unleashed. But he could not stop her when she was in the zone. Those movements, her voice. It was affecting him. And for a moment he could pretend to be the one she was so eager to impress, to love.
She was turning around again then their eyes met and she stopped. Her face brightened, a new prop for her to practice on. She gestured him to the bed so he could sit.
“Hello, there handsome. How I can help you” she said taking notes in the air.
Dipper sighed, he received what he wanted.
“What do you recommend, cutie-pie,” he said sitting down, giving up to the whole thing.
“Uhhh. Let see what can I get you.” She said hitting an imaginary pencil on her mouth. Mabel was taking her time with this one. She was been playful, an idea pop on her head then looked at him and pass to another. All between giggles.
“Me” she finally said then sit on the bed so she could then rest in his lap.
What is she trying to do? Dipper was lost. It’s she?
“I think is a little too far Mabes” he said trying to play off how much it affected him. But she didn’t move, she was in the same position, the same expression. Waiting. But what?
“I mean, don’t you think it’s too soon?” Dipper continued, no reason, just he didn't want to let the fact that she was so close to-. Gosh Mabel, what do you want.
He went back to her, waiting. Looking at him deeply, with such… longing. Oh.
He kissed her. A simple kiss, not too long, but not too quick either.
“Tasty?” she asked.
“Delicious”
“Ha, what can I say? I know what boys like”