[Dib definitely can't understand a word, but it IS odd how this Phantump is acting. He cocks an eyebrow at it, confused. He's about to say something when Dipper puts a tiny hand to his head, causing Dib to pause. Something about that gesture. It's familiar.
Meanwhile, Cassandra has picked herself up and shook out her fur, and straightens when she hears Dipper speak. She looks up to Mothman and Agent, who are exchanging another, more alarmed glance. Gremlin glances between them and nods vigorously.]
...What? What are you all- hey! But that's not where we were-
[But then Cassandra is nudging Dib in the small of his back, urging him to see what the little ghost wants to show him. Agent's fingers flash rapidly, and Moth flutters down to get a closer look at Dipper.]
Is it really you? H-hold up a minute.
[The Mothim was always among the most sensible of Dib's... eccentric team. Cass looks their way, pausing her nudging.]
no subject
Meanwhile, Cassandra has picked herself up and shook out her fur, and straightens when she hears Dipper speak. She looks up to Mothman and Agent, who are exchanging another, more alarmed glance. Gremlin glances between them and nods vigorously.]
...What? What are you all- hey! But that's not where we were-
[But then Cassandra is nudging Dib in the small of his back, urging him to see what the little ghost wants to show him. Agent's fingers flash rapidly, and Moth flutters down to get a closer look at Dipper.]
Is it really you? H-hold up a minute.
[The Mothim was always among the most sensible of Dib's... eccentric team. Cass looks their way, pausing her nudging.]