Dipper should be working.
"Diiiiiiiiiiiper," came the siren's call and he knew he'd get no work done tonight...
Mabel lay on the bed, legs spread a smile on her face. She was beautiful. Dipper could hardly believe they were the same species, let alone twins. She was lithe, powerful but not bulky, her breasts large but perfect for her her curves; supple. Dipper could only question why she looked so much better than him. He was bulky, excessively large from both genetics and from his grunkle stan's training, making him broad shouldered. He was tall, from his mother's side of the family, scraping six foot eight inches while Mabel contained all her power in a tight five foot three inches.
He, for the life of him, could not figure out the necessity for all his hair either. When he was younger he thought very little about it but now it was annoying and hot. Frankly, he was over it. Honestly he had several questions for whoever designed the male form. If the mythologies of the world were to be believed and females were made after men, then he could only assume the designer had made a great step forward between his first amateurish creation and his more perfected female form. For the love of the designer, why the hell didn't he update the male form?! He was misshapen and ill fitted for his role, his most sensitive parts were facing in front of him and dangling around with no protection. It was stupid and he could see no point in it.
Mabel on the other hand, was perfect. Her voice was sweet and melodious to his ears, while his was a base rumble. Her hair cascaded around her waist, carefully maintained, whereas his was cropped close to his head, even when he let it grow out. Her eyes were big, expressive, deep pools he could get lost in. Her nose, a cute, small button. It scrunched up when she laughed and go
God her laugh... he could listen to it all day..
And with her being so much better than him, Dipper wondered why she would love him.
Dipper should be working.
But he had better things to do.