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Dipper was deep in his work. Every other tool, notebook, journal, and so on. All on his desk. It was a complex matter, too much to assimilate. He was tired, very. Coffee barely could keep him up. Going on a loop, infinite with no answ-
Something hit his leg. He noticed the door open. He looked down and there he was.
"Looking for Mabel? Next door... you know that"
That would be enough, normally. He was about to go back deep then-
Again. He let Waddles be. He decided to ignore him, he had to get bored at some point.
It took him half an hour and little to no work to understand how wrong he was.
"OK, buddy. What it is?"
He was going insane.
"Are you hungry? It's late and I saw you eat. Water?"
He stood up, not waiting for an answer that it wouldn't ever come.
"Yep, that's Water on your plate"
Dipper looked at Waddles, He then looked back.
"So?"
Another hit on his leg. Then the pig sat like that was enough. Waiting for Papa to read his intention.
"Let's look for Mama, ok?"
Mabel was already asleep. He cheeked. The door was closed. Weird .
"She left you out. Don't want to sleep alone, eh?"
Again, the same look. Now was obvious how tired he was.
"Ok, come to bed"
Mabel woke up on a cold morning. Her fight with the bed was legendary, ending with her victory. One hour late... yeah. But she was out and ready.
"Waddle!"
She called him, fielded the water, and put food for her baby.
"Waddle!"
Weird . She moved around the house. Wondering where that one could be...
"Dipper..."
She didn't want to bother him. But she was starting to get worried. So she cheeked on him, soft knocks on the door. She tried to open it.
She silenced her gasp with her hand. And slowly get out of his room. In a few minutes, she came back with her phone.
Later Dipper wakes up with a pig in his arms, and a phone with many unread messages. Photos to be precise.
"Gosh... even in on mutuals group... It's everywhere"
He was too tired to care. But not so much to not save a few ones on his phone.