[It hadn't even been a particularly bad fight, Pacifica reflects as she adjusts her sunglasses and continues browsing the ridiculous items on display. Still, the arguments--more like polite, snippy disagreements, because a Northwest has to keep their composure--between her and her parents have become a common part of life in the mansion. The clash of wills this morning had simply pushed Pacifica past her limit.
She's probably reached a new low, coming here willingly. "Here" being the Mystery Shack, of course. If Pacifica's honest with herself, Mabel and Dipper have reached out to her in ways that no one else in the town really ever has. She's still smarting too much from the changes that have taken over her life to really admit it, though, not yet.
The twins aren't in the shop (Is it a good thing, or a bad thing? She isn't entirely sure), so Pacifica busies herself with examining the grotesque figure of...whatever it is. What kind of fish would have a monkey head anyway? Her nose wrinkles.] Do people really believe these things are real?
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She's probably reached a new low, coming here willingly. "Here" being the Mystery Shack, of course. If Pacifica's honest with herself, Mabel and Dipper have reached out to her in ways that no one else in the town really ever has. She's still smarting too much from the changes that have taken over her life to really admit it, though, not yet.
The twins aren't in the shop (Is it a good thing, or a bad thing? She isn't entirely sure), so Pacifica busies herself with examining the grotesque figure of...whatever it is. What kind of fish would have a monkey head anyway? Her nose wrinkles.] Do people really believe these things are real?