
“So glad you’re back my morail! Was getting boring without-hold on-GET BACK IN YOUR PALACE YOU GREEK DEMON!-Pesky Typheus… as I was saying, it was starting to get boring without ya!”
Dipper slid his back pack onto the ground laying on his bed listening to the other.
“I’m guessing you still can’t hope over to California?” Dipper questioned, crossing his right leg over his left holding the phone to his right ear.
“Made it m'self. Has one of my hairs as a core. Go ahead, cast something.”
Dipper accepted the box, gently pulling away the tape on the thing amount of wrapping, slipping the box out of said...