“Just a little bit..”

Pacifica mumbles, brushing a mask over Dipper’s sleeping face and straddling his hips, blonde hair draped over her back and shoulders.

“Do not wake up-“

She huffs, pulling the brush back as she hears you mumble and shift around, your eyes furrowing. She groans as she hears a ‘get away, P’ from you.

“How did you know I was here?!”