
“UGH, why can’t I ever grab anything?!”
Sock yelled as he stumbled and got back up. Not being about to touch things was really driving his patience. At least he could sit on stuff. So, without another word, he simply moved to sit on TOP of the table, cross-legged and watched the other boy with interest.

Dipper as taken off guard by the sudden yelling of the demon, nearly falling out of his chair - luckily grabbing the edge of the table to settle himself.
“Um – Who … Or what are you..?”
“At least your not trying to kill me…” He gave an awkward laugh at that big, “Wait – am I not supposed to see you or...
“Yeah, a demon! I know I don’t look like typical ones…” Sock gawked at the journal once more before floating up above...