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[Oscar arrived a little while later, a bundle of scrapwood tied up and slung over his shoulder as he crossed the distance towards Dipper. The clearing indeed had been cleansed-- it felt tangibly better than it had over the winter. Between the copious incense, the rituals, and the change of seasons, it had almost taken on a new vigor.]
...Hey.
[He said, stopping. In a smooth motion, he dropped the bundle of wood onto the ground.]
I have marshmallows, or I have a deck of playing cards. We can do this as a campfire if you want...
[Ah, there he was. Dipper turns up and greets him with a not-quite a smile. He's happy to see him, but, well. The circumstances.]
Hey.
[He stands up and walks over to the bundle of wood, giving it some thought.]
Let's do a little of both. I think Grunkle Stan would like that- it's.
[He swallows hard, stifling the emotion that threatens to come up, but Oscar could probably feel it just from being a Paleblood in close proximity that he's trying not to cry.]
[The circumstances left a lot to be desired, but at least they still had each other and their people who had not yet returned to the sea. Oscar, picking up on the cue, moved quickly and pulled Dipper into a supportive hug before the tears could properly fall.
Breathing in the crisp springtime air, he leaned his head against Dipper's.]
Hey, [he said quietly.] You don't have to do this alone.
If having bonfires is something Stan liked to do with everyone, then we should definitely do it.
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...Hey.
[He said, stopping. In a smooth motion, he dropped the bundle of wood onto the ground.]
I have marshmallows, or I have a deck of playing cards. We can do this as a campfire if you want...
Or a makeshift pyre.
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Hey.
[He stands up and walks over to the bundle of wood, giving it some thought.]
Let's do a little of both. I think Grunkle Stan would like that- it's.
[He swallows hard, stifling the emotion that threatens to come up, but Oscar could probably feel it just from being a Paleblood in close proximity that he's trying not to cry.]
We did something like that once, back home.
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Breathing in the crisp springtime air, he leaned his head against Dipper's.]
Hey, [he said quietly.] You don't have to do this alone.
If having bonfires is something Stan liked to do with everyone, then we should definitely do it.