Taste Test

phenyxsnest:

When Dipper and Lucy Ann argue about
which animal’s blood tastes the best. (Henry: What the fuCK)

Henry comes home once to the kitchen
table covered in hundreds of small labeled vials and two blood
smeared faces out of most people’s nightmares

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Lucy Ann wasn’t used to spending most of her time in one
place. 

Oh, sure, she would sometimes settle down for awhile,
but before the Transcendence, a small child living on her own got
attention sooner or later, and it was better to keep on the move than
try and deal with well-intentioned people.

Oh, she’d played along a few times, but as health care
improved it was harder and harder to fake her own death and therefore
skip town before someone noticed she wasn’t getting any older, or try
and blame her lack of growth on…well, just about anything.

Those were a mixed bag of memories Lucy Ann didn’t care
to open very often.

Right now, with the burgeoning Dinner Crew, Lucy Ann
figured she had spent more time in one city than she had in a good
century, and found herself with itchy feet.

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