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Credit to CraveFanArt for the cover art.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls. Gravity Falls was created by Alex Hirsch and Disney owns it.

Episode 1: A grain of truth.

Important: I'm doing a complete rewrite/revision before uploading the last chapter.

This chapter is: [Rewrite finished for all chapters 08/03]

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[Chapter 3: Disinfectant]

Dusk was falling rapidly when they reached the Shack. Dipper had insisted on them walking slowly. Their bodies had already assimilated the adrenaline rush and everything had begun to hurt. Dipper's knees and elbows burned where he had scrapped them, but Pacifica had it worse. The wound under her collarbone, although it had stopped bleeding long ago, gave her a stinging pain whenever she walked causing her to wince at every step. Dipper had tried a few times to check her wound but Pacifica had reassured him every single time that it was good, so he stopped asking. He however kept an eye on her as they walked.

The two preteens entered the gift shop. Wendy, who was leaning boringly on the counter spotted them and saw how dirty and how scrapped their elbows were.

"Wow, you dudes alright? You look like you've just been hit by a bus!"

Dipper placed both his vest and Pacifica's jacket on the counter and shook his head. It was then that Wendy noticed the bloodied tissue the heiress was holding against her collarbone. The redhead lumberjack quickly stood up and strode up to Pacifica.

"Is that blood? Let me have a look" She raised Pacifica from the floor, much to the latter's surprise, and sat her on the counter.

The heiress, who hadn't liked one bit to be treated as a child, glared at the redhead lumberjack. Wendy on the other hand ignored the murderous look and tried to move the tissue aside to have a look.

"Wait!" Pacifica instinctively moved aside. "It's good! I mean… It stopped bleeding a while ago and I think it doesn't even hurt anymore." She tried to dissuade the redhead lumberjack.

"It's okay, I'll be careful." Wendy rolled her eyes. "My three little brothers come home all the time with small wounds from playing in the woods." She gave her a reassuring look.

Pacifica hesitated at first, but Dipper gave her a nod and the heiress reluctantly pulled the tissue aside.

"Hmm… it doesn't look so bad." Wendy raised an eyebrow. "It's a little dirty, though. You'll need to apply disinfectant there and perhaps dress it up, but you'll definitely live." She shrugged jokingly.

"Well, duh!" Pacifica put on a smug face. "Of course I'll live. This didn't even hurt one bit." The Northwest girl exclaimed proudly.

Wendy, who had noticed her wincing earlier, gave her a curious look and then poked her in the wound.

"Ouch! Why did you do that?"

"I thought it didn't hurt one bit." Wendy looked at her playfully. "Now jokes aside, next time something like this happens, if it hurts don't hesitate to tell us, got it?"

The redhead raised an eyebrow and in return she received a big glare from the heiress. Wendy ignored her and turned to Dipper. The boy had a completely distressed face and didn't get his eyes off Pacifica. Wendy couldn't help but smile and got his attention.

"Dipper, go fetch the first aid kit." Wendy commanded. "The sooner she gets that clean the better."

Dipper nodded very slowly and, after giving one last look to the heiress, he left into the living area of the Shack. Just that very moment, Mabel entered the gift shop through the door. She saw her brother getting hurriedly into the living room and she looked at Wendy quizzically.

"What happened?" Mabel asked.

"Pacifica got hurt in her first adventure but 'it doesn't hurt one bit'." The teen made air quotes and Pacifica deemed that very moment that she hated her.

"Oh my gosh, Pacifica! Did my brother bore you so much that you tried to commit suicide?" Mabel exclaimed in a rather serious tone with her eyes bulging.

"Really?" Pacifica gave her an incredulous look.

"What happened then?" Mabel asked and Wendy raised an eyebrow, curious about the story too.

Pacifica sighed and couldn't believe what she was about to say.

"An oversized bird which apparently poops a lot grabbed me and tried to drop me so to feed on my bone marrow." She explained with her gaze glued to the ceiling. "And it kinda injured my shoulder." She moved aside the tissue again to show Mabel the wound. "But we got this in return." She pointed to Dipper's vest.

Mabel took a peek inside the vest and her eyes sparkled.

"It's so shinny!" She exclaimed and tried to touch the crystal, but Pacifica held her forearm and prevented her from doing so.

"Dipper warned me not to touch it." The heiress warned.

"Why?" Mabel asked and wrapped the crystal back in Dipper's vest.

"Maybe it is dangerous or something." Pacifica shrugged and then sighed. "I don't know if it was a good idea going into that adventure. Sure, exploring the woods, following tracks and solving mysteries was fun but… escaping death thanks to a lucky head-butt on that bird's belly makes it seem not worth it."

"Nah," Wendy intervened. "you did pretty well for your first monster hunt. A scratch in exchange for such a big sapphire or whatever that is? Seems worth it."

"Yeah!" Mabel chirped happily. "In my first adventure I was kidnapped by several hundred gnomes who wanted to marry me and all I got from that is revulsion to hooded teens." She explained rather cheerfully for being talking about a traumatic experience.

"In mine I had to wrestle myself, dude. Oh, and see myself being axed." Wendy chuckled. "How many people can say that they have wrestled themselves?"

"Or being harassed by a few hundred gnomes?" Mabel added. "That really gives an adrenaline kick!"

Pacifica perked up and smiled.

"Yeah, now that I think about it… it was pretty cool! Surely beats tennis practice by far." She suddenly realized the balance between mystery solving and monster fighting and deemed that she wouldn't have one without the other.

"Well, now that the matter is settled I better go." Wendy stood up and got her coat. "My shift ended two minutes ago. Bye dudes!"

As Wendy was opening the door, Pacifica suddenly realized something.

"Wait! Who's gonna dress my wound? I don't know how to do it." She then looked at Mabel, who shook her head. "Can't you stay and do it?" She asked Wendy.

"I already got that covered, Pacifica." The teen gave her a sly smile. "Dipper knows CPR. I'm sure he knows how to dress a wound." She gave a wink to Mabel and the cheerful brunette got what the redhead lumberjack was thinking. "Well, see ya!"

Wendy waved a hand at them and left. The redhead lumberjack walked up to her bike and smiled. She loved the twins as little siblings and it had saddened her having to reject Dipper a few weeks ago, since she didn't want to lose him as a friend. However, today Wendy had recognized that look of worry in his eyes when he was staring at Pacifica, and she knew that very moment that Dipper cared for the heiress.

"Way to go, Dip. You're finally moving on." She got on her bike and left.

Back at the Shack, Mabel was enjoying finally having her chance to talk to the heiress.

"He showed you the Journal?" She asked curiously.

"Yeah, he even made me decipher a cryptogram." The heiress shrugged.

"Dipper is such a nerd! All I see in those ciphered texts is gibberish." Mabel giggled.

"Actually, I managed to decipher one. And pretty fast according to him." Pacifica commented proudly.

"Wait, what?" Mabel's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh my gosh! Do you know what that means? You're nerd, just like my brother!" Mabel yelled in enthusiasm and began bouncing next to Pacifica on the counter.

"I am not! I'm just smart!" Pacifica snapped, feeling offended.

"That's what all nerds say." Mabel laughed and shoved her. Pacifica winced because of her wound and the cheerful brunette quickly apologized.

"Oh, yeah? Then you've been beaten by a nerd at mini-golf. What does that makes you, huh?" Pacifica replied playfully.

Mabel was about to counter with another playful remark when Dipper came back into the gift shop with the first aid kit, Stan following behind.

"What's he babbling about a wound that needs to be dressed?" He demanded an explanation.

"Pacifica got hurt in the woods." Mabel replied.

"Huh? You got your elbows scrapped or something?" He approached the heiress and saw the tissue held to her collarbone. "Got hurt in the woods, with what? You kids tried to open stones with your shoulders?" Stan then turned to Dipper, who was trying his best to avert his glare. "I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times. That book is for protection, not to seek trouble." Hearing that, Mabel quickly took the crystal from Dipper's vest in her sweater sleeves and hid it inside her sweater.

"I'm sorry Grunkle Stan." Dipper apologized.

"You better be. Now I've got to call her parents and make something up. Imagine the look of the judge if they decide to sue us and I say 'It wasn't me! It was a unicorn!'." Stan facepalmed.

"Wait, no!" Pacifica quickly jumped up from the counter, wincing because of her wound once she landed on the floor. "You can't call them!"

"Why?"

"It's…" She lowered her gaze and sighed. "…complicated."

"You'll have to elaborate a little more if you want me to believe you, kid".

Pacifica bit her lower lip and averted his gaze. She had no idea how to explain Stan her situation with her parents, and she also had no idea how he would react if she tried. Dipper felt completely responsible for the situation and stepped in to talk for her.

"Grunkle Stan, Pacifica has… trouble at home with her parents." He began gesturing with his hands, trying to elaborate what he was trying to say. "And… she was supposed to be at tennis practice, so if they find out she was here instead and got hurt… she might get into some real trouble."

Stan raised an eyebrow and stared at the boy to make sure he wasn't lying to him. Then, Mabel decided to aid the situation too. She gave him a pout and mouthed a "Pretty please, Grunkle Stan?"

Stan wondered for a second what would've happened to him if his parents had kicked him out of his home when he was twelve instead of seventeen and he didn't have to think it twice the situation.

"Alright kids," He sighed and relaxed his posture. "but I've to call them regardless and let them know she's here. I'll just skip the 'she got hurt' part." He gave the heiress a reassuring look and Pacifica gave him a smile. "One of you two patch her up and the other go make something to eat while I do the phone call. You don't mind staying for the night, kiddo?"

"What?" Pacifica had no idea of when they had reached this agreement.

"Yay! Sleepover!" Mabel chirped happily.

"I can't call your folks and say 'Hey, I just found out your kid is here. I'm sending her back to your house in an hour or so.' They would get suspicious. But I can say 'Hey, your kid is staying here for the night with my nephew and niece. I'll send her back to your house tomorrow.' And that also gives you time to get that wound fixed." Stan explained.

Pacifica frowned and thought about her situation for a moment, deeming that the conman was right and she had no other choice.

"Fine." She agreed reluctantly.

"You kids solve who does what. I'll be in the armchair watching 'The Duchess A'—I mean… 'Baby Fights' if you need me for anything." He cleared his throat and left the room.

Mabel took the crystal out of her sweater, careful not to touch it, and placed it back into Dipper's vest, wrapping it up and leaving it on the counter. Then, Dipper and she stared into each other's eyes for a while. On the other side, Pacifica eyed the twins curiously. It looked as if they were speaking in some kind of secret twin language, and she couldn't help but smile and think it was funny. Finally, Mabel was the first to talk.

"Alright, you go upstairs and take care of Pacifica while I get some spare clothes and cook something for dinner."

"What!?" Dipper exclaimed in astonishment. "Isn't it better that…? I mean, you're a girl too and… why can't I do the cooking!?" He blurted out.

"Don't be silly, Dipper. I have no idea of dressing wounds and you have a CPR diploma!" Mabel said matter-of-factly. "Besides, what can you cook, huh? Sandwiches? Boooring! Please, let the arts and crafts master do the kitchen work." She added with a proud smile.

"Well…" Pacifica added in a low voice. "If Mabel doesn't know how to do it then I'd prefer Dipper to do the dressing."

Dipper's eyes bulged out and Mabel laughed triumphantly.

"She agreed! Sorry, bro-bro but I'm gonna go before you process this sentence! Bye!" Mabel yelled as she left the room.

Dipper glanced at Pacifica and sighed.

"Our room is in the attic, it's the only door upstairs." He pointed at the door that led to the living room. "I'll be there in a sec with everything."

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Pacifica was alone in the twins' attic bedroom. In her eyes, the idea of sharing the room with someone, especially such a small room, was completely unthinkable. However, she found curious how there was a clear difference on which was each twin's side. On what she guessed it was Mabel's side, there were posters of boy bands like Sev'ral Timez on the wall, glitter on the bed and lots of small plush toys. On the other side which had to be Dipper's, there was a painting of a ship on the wall. The bed, instead of having plush toys and glitter, it had paper notes and lots of ink stains. The heiress guessed Dipper either wrote a lot in bed or he chew pens while lying in it.

Pacifica decanted on sitting on Mabel's bed, since she wasn't sure how Dipper would take finding her on his bed. She however regretted it quickly. The bed sheets had several spots with dried sugar and some of it had stuck to her hands. Pacifica mouthed an 'Ew' and stood up from that bed, guessing that Mabel often ate there whatever sugary product. She wiped her hand on a clean spot of the bed sheets and resumed reluctantly sitting on the edge of Dipper's bed. Even though there were some ink stains, these were dry and didn't threat to damage her clothes.

The heiress glanced at her shoulder and raised the neck of her dress to have a look at her wound. Then, her eyes bulged out. As she pictured in her mind how the bandages would be applied to her collarbone, Pacifica realized that she would have to take off her short dress and suddenly wished Mabel were who would had to dress her wound. She facepalmed and decided that the sooner she was done with the embarrassment, the better.

Pacifica pulled her short dress over her head, careful not to use her wounded shoulder, and then had a look at herself in the mirror. Her elbows were scrapped and her face was a mess of dirt and makeup, but her hair was surprisingly tidy and she held to that to raise her spirits. She had a look at how much skin she was showing without her dress. The heiress readjusted her bra to make sure she wasn't accidentally showing anything, and frowned. She was still getting used to wear that specific article of clothing. Even with the bra, Pacifica guessed she was showing far too much skin for her own sense of privacy, so she pulled some of her hair over her shoulders to cover her chest. Then she had a look at her leggings and cursed inwardly. She could see her underwear through the thin fabric of the black leggings. Pacifica took a quick survey of the bedroom in search of something to cover herself and decided to use the ink stained sheets. She wrapped herself in them and had a final look at herself in the mirror. Happy with the results and how much she had managed to cover, the heiress smiled and sat cross-legged on the edge of Dipper's bed to wait.

Pacifica heard a knock on the door and she quickly replied.

"Come in. It's your room after all."

"Mabel told me she's lending you one of her sweaters and I also found this transparent tape dispenser, so between the white bandages and this, it will be hard to see that you've—" Dipper raised his gaze from his hands to Pacifica and the tape dispenser, as well as his jaw, fell to the floor. He saw her sitting on his bed, covered from the waist down in his bed sheets, but what caught his attention was the naked skin of her sides and shoulders, and how her chest was covered with her hair, which led Dipper to a very simple conclusion. "Please, tell me you were wearing something under your dress and you're not naked on my bed." He tried to keep his mouth from gaping.

"What!? Of course not!" Pacifica snapped with a surprised face and flushed crimson red. "I'm wearing my leggings and underwear!" She stuck a foot out of the sheets to show him her leggings.

As she moved, Dipper noticed the purple strap going over her shoulder and he realized she was wearing a bra.

"Oh! Uh… Sorry. I thought you were naked because I saw the… um…" The boy facepalmed inwardly and wondered how to tell her that his only female reference was his sister and she didn't have to wear a bra yet. Dipper decided to keep his mouth shut.

Pacifica rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Can we get to the whole dressing the wound thing? This is a little awkward for me."

"Sure, just let me…" He bent over to pick up the tape dispenser but, since he had his eyes glued on the heiress, he accidentally hit his elbow with the bed instead of picking the tape up. "Ah! Ouch! Funny bone!" He complained and rubbed his elbow.

The heiress looked at him for a second and then burst into giggles.

"You're a dork."

Dipper smiled faintly and picked up the tape dispenser, walking up to Pacifica and leaving the first aid kit and all he needed on the bed next to her. He cleared his throat and moved his hand slowly to push away the locks of blonde hair in order to have a better look at the wound. Pacifica looked aside and blushed slightly. On the other hand, Dipper had an inner fight with eyes, who were demanding to look downwards. A fight, he luckily won. Dipper focused his attention on the wound. He remembered there were three holes on her dress, but there were only two small injuries below her collarbones, one at each side of her bra strap. Dipper knew a harpy has four claws, three in one direction and one opposed. He guessed that her bra had luckily stopped both the middle claw and the opposed one.

Pacifica was growing more and more self-conscious at Dipper staring at her for so long and she spoke in an angry tone.

"Earth to Dork! It's getting a little cold here! As you have definitely not failed to notice, I'm almost naked!"

"Huh?" Dipper was snapped out of his thoughts. "Oh! Sorry, I was just thinking that your bra saved you from having two more wounds. Harpies have four claws and—"

"Great!" She interrupted him. "I'll thank puberty later for hitting a little early. Now can we get to the disinfecting part so that I can put something on?"

"Sure!" He quickly replied. "Uh… I kind of need you to lower that strap so that I can clean the wound." He showed her a wet gauze.

"I—um… But don't look!"

Dipper nodded and blushed slightly. As Pacifica lowered the strap to her upper arm and Dipper began cleaning the wound with the gauze. He felt a little awkward and, by how Pacifica squirmed and looked at him, he guessed she felt just the same.

"So… um… the bra is purple." He tried to calm the tense atmosphere by doing some small talk.

"Yeah." Was all Pacifica managed to comment as she wondered why they were talking about her underwear.

"Your dress and your jacket are also purple. Was it a sale or…?"

"Do you really think I go shopping in the sales?" Pacifica raised an eyebrow.

"Right." Dipper facepalmed inwardly. "Then… you like purple?" He asked and Pacifica nodded. "And… you have something else purple or just that?"

"I do, but I'm not showing you." Her cheeks and even her shoulders blushed red.

Dipper didn't give much thought to what she had replied, guessing it would probably be her socks. He had already finished cleaning her wound.

Pacifica sighed and rubbed her wound.

"Well, I don't know why people complain so much about disinfectants. That didn't hurt at all."

"That wasn't the disinfectant, it was just water." Dipper clarified and showed her a wet cotton ball. "This is the disinfectant and you better brace yourself. Grunkle Stan always buys the cheapest on the store so it might sting a little."

Pacifica gulped and clenched the sheets on her thighs. When Dipper pressed the cotton ball on her wound, she felt nothing. A few seconds later, she felt a small stinging sensation which gradually increased. Pacifica began tapping on her thigh in hopes that all would be over soon. It however didn't stop stinging but got worse instead. The heiress' eyes bulged out in disbelief and the tapping on her thigh became frenetic as she opened her mouth to voice the feeling on her collarbone. As she screamed, Dipper jumped back in complete surprise and Pacifica stood from the bed, running around the attic bedroom and letting the cool air ease her burning pain.

Stan heard the cry from downstairs and turned up the volume on the TV.

"Well, if Dipper accidentally kills her, at least she won't be able to sue us."

The burning sensation caused by the disinfectant finally subsided Pacifica stopped running as her facial expression went from relief to complete seriousness. She felt a little too naked and realized that, in her hurry to ease her wound, she had let the bed sheet slide to floor revealing her leggings. The heiress's face contorted in distress and glanced at Dipper. He was blushing, and not precisely looking at her face.

"Dipper!" She squeaked, turning aside, cursing inwardly the thin fabric of her leggings and covering whatever she could with her hands.

"I-I-I wasn't looking at your purple panties!" He blurted out and covered his eyes with his hands, realizing what the article of clothing she hadn't wanted to show him earlier was.

A very angry Pacifica picked up the sheet and covered herself again, sitting back on the edge of his bed.

"You saw nothing." She warned him.

"No." Dipper snorted and tried to hold his laughter. "So… the store didn't sell purple leggings to go with the complete set?" He joked.

Pacifica grabbed his pillow and threw it to him. Since Dipper was covering his eyes with his hands, he didn't see it coming and the pillow struck him right in the face. Dipper chuckled and moved his fingers aside, having first a quick peek to make sure Pacifica wasn't indisposed. He removed his hands and walked back to her.

"Well, let me dress that wound up. I promise this doesn't hurt but… you have to completely remove both straps." Dipper said as he picked up the tape dispenser and the bandages from the bed.

Pacifica rolled her eyes and deemed that she no longer cared one bit. She pushed her hair over her shoulders and when Dipper respectfully raised his gaze to the ceiling, she removed the straps, holding the bra cups on her chest with her arm. She tapped Dipper to let him know that she was ready and extended her free arm to ease the dressing of her wound. Dipper began skillfully applying the bandages, rolling the cloth over her shoulder and under her armpit, and then rolling it a few times under her good arm to make sure the bandages wouldn't move. On the other hand, Pacifica felt completely awkward and uncomfortable. She had never been with so few clothes in front of anybody, let alone a boy. The heiress decided to distract herself by examining Dipper. His hazel eyes were completely focused on the task at hand, his tongue sticking out in concentration. Pacifica thought he looked cute and smiled, feeling just as awkward as before, but a little less uncomfortable.

"Aaaand…" Dipper put the last adhesive tape to the bandages. "There you go. Good as new." He finished with a smile.

Pacifica raised the bra straps to their original spot and tested out the bandage by moving her injured arm. It looked very solid and her wound no longer hurt.

"Thanks, Doctor D." She said playfully and reached for her purple dress.

"Wait, you can't wear that. It's bloodied and dirty." Dipper stopped her and got into the built-in closet. "Mabel told me she was lending you… this sweater." He got back from the closet with a fluffy yellow sweater with a llama on it. "She said it would go good with your hair."

"Really?" Pacifica took the sweater in her hands and realized that it was very soft, fluffy and she knew instantly that it would be very comfortable to wear. "And… what do you think?" She put the sweater in front of her chest as if she were wearing it.

"Oh! Well… yeah, it goes great with you hair." He rubbed the back of his head nervously and then smiled mischievously. "But it doesn't match your underwear at all." He burst into laughter.

"You're the worst!" Pacifica blushed again and that only increased Dipper's laughter. "Speaking of which, I'll need a skirt or something." She commented, peeking under the bed sheets.

"Oh, right. I forgot." He got back into the closet and came out with one of Mabel's spare skirts. "Here. There's a bathroom downstairs if you want to wash the dirt off."

The heiress couldn't help but feel terrible. Back when they were enemies, Pacifica had spread all kind of rumors about the twins in tries to defame them but now, even though the shack resembled a hovel rather than an actual building and it was probably fifteen to twenty times smaller than her manor, the twins had let her stay. Even though in the manor she had her food cooked and her clothes ironed and here they had to do it themselves, the twins had given her clothes and they were going to feed her soon. Pacifica regretted how badly she had treated them and stroked the fluffy sweater in her arms, lowering her gaze and muttering.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it. We're friends after all." Dipper shrugged.

"Yeah, friends…" Pacifica sighed. She didn't know why that word had caused her a pain in the chest rather than comfort. The heiress shook her head and stood up. "I better go put this on to the bathroom."

"Oh, you can get dressed here. I'll just wait outside." He offered and turned to leave.

"No, Dipper." Pacifica stopped him and showed him her arms. "I need to wash all this dirt off my arms before putting anything on."

"Right. I'll wait for you here then. Take the sheet to the bathroom if you want."

Pacifica made sure she was well wrapped in the sheet and walked downstairs, taking first a peek into the staircase entryway to make sure no one saw her covered in a sheet. She wondered which one would be the bathroom door. In front of her was apparently the kitchen, to her right the living room and to her left the door to the porch, so she easily deduced that it had to be the red door next to the staircase. Pacifica left her clothes on the edge of the bathtub and turned on the hot water in the sink, rubbing her arms and face to wash them up.

Once all the dirt had been wiped away, Pacifica put on the sweater and felt a sudden instant warmth wherever the fluffy material touched her skin. The heiress hugged herself to enjoy the feeling and then searched for a label that indicated where Mabel had bought this sweater so that she could buy one herself for next winter. She found none so she guessed it was homemade, which grew her respect for the cheerful brunette. She stared at the drawing on the chest of the sweater. If Pacifica had to take a guess, she'd say it was a llama although at first she had thought it was some kind of rabbit-horse Mabel had made up.

Pacifica stared at herself in the mirror and examined her face closely. Luckily she had no bruises or cuts there, but she was wearing no makeup either and the lack of eyeshadow made her almost fail to recognize herself. She then noticed for the first time that she was smiling. Pacifica tried to lower that smile but she didn't manage. She felt like smiling. She felt happy.

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Pacifica? Mabel and I have been waiting you for ten minutes. Everything alright in there?" The voice of Dipper asked.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a sec!" Pacifica quickly put on the skirt and did a quick check of her image on the mirror. Her face was clean now but her hair was a little messy. The heiress did her best tidying it with her hands and then opened the bathroom door.

"Wow." Dipper's eyes widened.

"What?" Pacifica asked, worriedly looking at her temporal outfit.

"You look weird without the eyeshadow." Dipper's eyes widened and quickly raised his hands in a calming gesture. "I mean… not bad, but weird."

"Oh!" The heiress giggled, slightly relieved that it was just that. "And you haven't seen me with my bangs combed backwards. I sometimes don't recognize myself in the mirror." She joked.

"Mabel was right. That sweater goes great with your hair."

Pacifica unconsciously caressed her hair with her hand.

"Thanks."

"C'mon. Let's have a look at the harpy's crystal."

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A/N:

Even though this is Dipifica, characters like Wendy and Mabel aren't ignored. Wendy will have a small role in later chapters and Mabel is always around with the intention of befriending the heiress.

FYI:

And that happened. The whole disinfectant scene was one of the reasons of why this is T rated.

Some of you might wonder why Dipper blushes so much around Pacifica if he considers her just a friend. The answer is 'boy stuff'.

Just to avoid confusion which apparently this chapter has previously caused. No, Pacifica doesn't have two balloons for breasts. She's twelve, she just have enough to use a bra. Not sure why people think otherwise.

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