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[Dipper goes to answer verbally, but it only comes out as more soft moaning that only his other pokemon would be able to understand. After this though he nods, clinging to Stan's shoulder for a long time.

His red eyes roll over to look at Trevenant as he lets out another soft moan.]

Ooooohhh...

[He...can't understand me. ....can he?]

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[She shrugs. 'I can sympathize, that's all. Just because you're one of us doesn't mean I'll stop scaring you when I can.'

Stan's team might be a lot more gentle than they let on, but they can still be a bunch of tricksters.. But maybe the fact that they're not going to change their behavior is good, it's just another thing from his past life that can stay the same. The only difference is that now he'll be able to hear when they joke about him and his sister.

As they approach the shack, Stan's pokemon open the door for them. The ones that can fly hover around them cautiously.]

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[Oh good. Dipper would be worried that they had all gotten sick of Stan's pokemon suddenly decided to stop playing tricks on him.

Though they're back home Dipper doesn't move away from Stan, preferring to stay close to him until the man ushers him away himself. It's still quite disconcerting to have everything be three times your size now. He keeps his gaze angled downward for the most part, worried he might see something he'll regret if Hotshot and Scatterbrain got home before they did.]

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[Stan isn't gonna send him away any time soon. He shoves his own team away instead.]

Back off, already!

[Cadaver drops Dipper's things off on a nearby desk and scuttles out of the room. Hotshot and Scatterbrain give Stan a knowing nod, which he returns. He shuffles across the room and slumps himself into his desk chair, releasing an exhausted sigh. He carefully picks Dipper off his shoulder and sets him down on the desk. Now that they're in the light, Dipper can probably see how bloodshot his eyes are.]

Ugh.. what now?

[His gaze wanders over the desk top, and he freezes from the spark of an idea. He pulls a pencil and paper closer, raising his brows to Dipper. It's worth a try, right?]

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[Dipper blinks slowly, watching Stan for a minute before looking down at the paper, holding his hat up for a moment so it doesn't fall over his eyes. Cautiously he reaches out and manages to take the pencil in his hand. Good, at least if he's touching something willingly it can still be tangible for him.

Then he moves to write something down, though it's fairly awkward, scribbly, and hard to read. Stan should be able to make it out well enough, though.

I'm sorry this happened, Grunkle Stan.]

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[He sputters out a weak laugh.]

Aw, hell.. Don't be sorry. It's not your fault.

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[Dipper laughs weakly too, though it comes out more like a soft moan instead. Then he moves to write another line beneath the first.

Maybe. But I'm lucky to be alive. ....Sorta.]

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[It's relieving to see that Dipper can still laugh, somewhat.]

'S good enough for me.

[He runs a hand through his gray hair, looking over his ramshackle laboratory as he mulls something over. There's along pause before he finally comes to his decision.]

Listen, I.. I've actually been studying this kinda thing for a long time. What.. happened to you. If you ever wanna know somethin', I'll tell you what I can... Cadaver n' Tombstone can prolly help you more than me, but. Y'know.

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[Dipper's eyes widen slightly, his grip readjusting on the pencil (which is nearly longer than he is) as he listens, mildly surprised by what Stan says. So he had been doing research all this time. Who would have thought it was on the connection between ghost pokemon and humans. It kinda made sense though, considering how many pokemon similar that his great-uncle kept as companions.

He thinks over that for a moment, letting the tip of the pencil rest idly against the paper.

Wow. ....I don't even know what I would ask. I can barely remember what happened to me in the first place.]

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[He shakes his head.]

We don't need to get into that..

[Stan at least knows how he changed. If it weren't for that forest, he wouldn't have come back. But then again.. he wouldn't have run across whatever killed him. He wipes his eyes.]

I know plenty about Phantumps and ghosts, is what I mean. If you want that info, I'll dig up my old journals.. If you need.. anything, just tell me somehow.

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[Dipper nods slightly. He'd read enough on his own time to know what happened to him, and he's both grateful that he went into that forest and resents the fact that he ever did. He takes a deep breath before he writes anything else.

Thanks. I guess there's not really much else for me to know right now... Maybe I'll talk to Cadaver later and see what she knows.]