[It's entirely by chance that Angel happens to catch Dipper's scent while he's out walking-- something he's made a habit of doing since coming to Wonderland, as the lack of subway and sewer tunnels keeps him more or less mansion-bound during daylight hours. He frowns as he approaches the edge of the forest, hands deep in the pockets of the coat he's insisted on wearing despite the warm weather.
There's more to that scent than just Dipper himself. There's fear, maybe, or panic, and something else-- something he can't quite put his finger on.
He clears his throat when he approaches from behind, leaning forward just a little to put himself slightly closer to Dipper's height.]
Looking to take a walk in the woods? I wouldn't recommend it at this hour.
6/8, evening.
There's more to that scent than just Dipper himself. There's fear, maybe, or panic, and something else-- something he can't quite put his finger on.
He clears his throat when he approaches from behind, leaning forward just a little to put himself slightly closer to Dipper's height.]
Looking to take a walk in the woods? I wouldn't recommend it at this hour.