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[personal profile] soundsurfing 2024-10-20 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ It reminds him of his sister. Adopted. Hilariously enough, his nickname for her was Squiddles. It makes him smile a little. He just manages to find the squids and family them. ]

Huh... ye, feel that! We ain't had frost zombies but we had like... you ever seen that movie where they all infected with anger? Ye we had those fuckers. Got so used to shit yer house became yer fortress. An' fuckin' yeah I am, bro! Always!

[ He will cape Dipper off into the direction of the kitchen, grinning as he looks around. And looks around... ]

Uh... dude. Y'all ever hear of paint? Carpet?
soundsurfing: (To play it safe)

ten years later

[personal profile] soundsurfing 2024-10-27 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There is a a squad of squid here. A squaid if you will. Beat wants to sniff around into every nook-and-cranny but he heads for the kitchen first, like a good boy, tail wagging. Nodding away to the crazy stuff. ]

Every damn month, yo. Don't seem to be any different here, either. It's weird.

[ But he shrugs and then swings Dipper over his shoulder to 'slam' him down onto the kitchen floor, grinning upside down at him. Which probably looks silly from Dippers perspective with the dog face.

And snorts. ]


Well, if there's one thing I got good at is home repair, yo. Paintin', recarpetin', shit like that. Weird crap was always happenin' to our house. Or, ya know. Explodin' all inside it.

[ Do you have a fridge, Dipper? If so, Beat's going to open it and stick his nose in. Big snuffles. ]
soundsurfing: (Calling out the beast)

[personal profile] soundsurfing 2024-10-29 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh.... Multiversion Nexus Points is pretty spot on, yo. [ Close! ] I know about Alternate Worlds, so it kinda fits in wid that, right? If you got one "Horror Dimension" where yer a Gods puppet play thing, ain't it make sense fer there to be alternates of that. 'Stead of blood in one word an' you turn into Squids, itsa city covered in fog thats separate from the resta the world, and you turn into everythin'. Kinda weird how these places like to turn us into shit.

[ He holds the breakfast casserole over his head like treasure he found in an ancient sleeping kingdom, nose working as he sniffs upwards at it. Hmmmmm. That'll go on the counter. What else, lesse.... you let the dog into your fridge, Dipper, this is a bad idea. ]

Oh, dude, yeah. Holes in walls. Arcade machine through the ceilin'. Plants through the pipin'. After a year you kinda gotta pick that shit up or yer gonna be movin' house every month. An' bro. Like you gotta ask, yo! Even 'fore I was a big dog, it was meat. Burgers an' hot dogs. Triple stack burger with cheese an' bacon, a hot side of fries, an' a large soda. Or loaded up chili dogs, one for each hand, best fer when yer boardin'.

[ "Hungriest boy alive" sigh from behind the fridge door, and he pops his head up, ears perked. ]

An' CURRY, yo. An' meat bowls. An' some fried octopus. An' Chicken Bernani! [ Chicken Biryani... ] ... An' jus' meat in general, I guess? An' spicy.

[ Tail wagging away.... ]
soundsurfing: (Too late for a prayer)

[personal profile] soundsurfing 2024-10-30 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Don't touch makes him want to touch. It's the red button situation all over again. He never grew out of it. He manages to ignore that and pull out everything else - minus the pastries and cookies. They can stay in there.

But eggs and sausage and bacon? Slapped down onto the counter, tail wagging wildly. ]


Oh, yo, if you want a recipe for curry I know you can ask Josh fer it. My boys a... cy... [ sounding it out ] cycloptic... pedi...a? about this shit. [ and still gets it wrong. ] But there's way diff ways to make it too. An' if you want notes 'bout Ryslig, I 'member tons 'bout it. As much as I don't wanna.

[ Some of those scrambled eggs and sausage is going to his mouth already. ]
soundsurfing: (One thing you never seem to learn)

[personal profile] soundsurfing 2024-10-31 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Ye, yo! Said you had a lot of potential, an' yo, that's fuckin' high praise fer him, too. Meant he was super impressed.

[ Tail wags away as he thinks of Josh, hehe, Josh. ]

Some stuff I might skip over but that's shit ya jus' don't need to know.

[ Like how Beat is really bad with things in his brain and fell hard into a Gods influence and did A Thing that was horrible for A Lot Of People... He distracts himself further with another handful of egg and bacon... while he begins to wander, sniffing around. ]

Oh shit, yeah, uh. It won't kill me 'cuz I know how to combat it but avocados an' alcohol give me the both end blasts. [ Beat. ] Grapes an' raisins cuz uh.... somethin' 'bout my kidneys? I dunno, I don't think it's making me pee more or nothin'. Onions an' garlic do the one two on my red blood cells, I remember that one! [ HAPPY WAG, HE REMEMBERS. Oh what's in the trash? Sticking his nose in the trash. ]
soundsurfing: (The sun is in the east)

[personal profile] soundsurfing 2024-10-31 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh boy! Ash! OH BOY TABLE SC-- A BABY!!!

Sorry, Dipper, what were you saying? Cause the moment Beat finds the little guy he's snagging him out - with his mouth - and lifting his head. Sending the trash can lid flying and almost tipping the contents out to the floor.

His face is covered in ash, and his mouth is gently clutched around the tiny porcupinecone. His tail has begun wagging at mach ten. ]


AH FOUNG A GAHE!!

[ "I found a guy!" Without even waiting, Beat happily trots over to Dipper like a dog that has fetched something, and spits the poor little thing into Dippers hands.

What was- oh yeah. ]


Fuck yes, yo! Pickles is great!
Edited 2024-10-31 03:10 (UTC)
soundsurfing: (Werewolf - Blep)

[personal profile] soundsurfing 2024-11-15 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh?

[ What? He got him??? For you??? And you're going to??? Let it go???? Beat's head tilts at a near perfect 40 degree angle that all dogs do when They Do Not Comprehend and his tongue sticks out a bit. The blep is perfect. ]

If you don't want it dude I'll take i- oh yeah sure.

[ Meat distracts him, and his tail wags as he moves over to watch said cooking meat with the expression of a dog who is.... begging.

Begging at the pan.

Give him?? Pan?? Share?? ]