Abel Gleeful considered himself quite the playboy.
Girl? Boy? Didn't matter. If they were around his age, then he would flirt with and charm them until they were a stuttering mess. If they was interested, he would pursue them further. Soon enough they were ready to hand over their heart, and then some. Abel would bask in satisfaction, then move on, crushing their heart under his heel.
That is, that's how it was before Gala Pines and Pacific Northwest arrived at the Mystery Shack. Gala Pines. He stared from across the diner; the Pines and the single Northwest were eating lunch. He only ever visited this grease pit to flirt with his targets, and today was no exception.
When she first arrived at the diner, he made sure she noticed him, winking and flashing her a megawatt smile that would have made anyone else swoon on the spot.
She then asked to switch to the inside of the booth.
She had ordered pancakes and had gotten syrup and powdered sugar all over her face. He unconsciously sighed.
Dipper rolled her eyes. "Pathetic. Seems like you're the lovesick idiot." She eyed the tabletop's maple syrup spill that was there the last few times she was dragged along to this hovel.
To her surprise, he didn't deny it. She frowned. His obsession with the girl was a new record, over a week. Is it a matter of wanting what he can't have? She stirred her coffee (black, of course). Yes, that must have been it. What other reason would there be? "I'm honestly surprised you didn't go after that Northwest by now." She took a sip, and then tried to make it look as if her grimace was intentional.
"Why would I?" He asked, never tearing his eyes from the angel on the opposite end of the diner.
"You've met him too, so why aren't you going after him? I mean, he's…" She stopped herself.
Abel's eyes snapped to her , his grin turning from that of admiration to that of the Cheshire Cat.
"He's what?"
She sniffed , regretting saying anything.
He nudged her, eyes twinkling. "Now I see! Oh Dipper, how common!"
"Wipe that smug look off of your face, Abel."
He put his hands up in surrender. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. You don't have to worry about me making a pass at Northwest either." His eyes turned back to the Gala, eyes melting on contact. Because my heart's already occupied .