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[peccatore]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, MARCO. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 868.32.455.97 *** marco has joined 868.32.455.97 <marco> Hi, this is Marco! (Though you probably already knew that ;D) <marco> How can I help you today?

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[peccatore]

[... Her brother's here too? But he needs to ask this first -]

Who's Waddles?

[meowbel]

My pet pig! If only he were here now, I'd bet you want to hug him! He's only the most cutest pig in the entire world!

[Yes, she got a pet pig. Don't ask]

[peccatore]

... You had a pig?

[Well, that's... an unusual pet. But maybe she'd like a pig plushie for Christmas... Hmmm.]

[meowbel]

Yup, you got that right! Just give me my pet pig and I'll forever be a happy camper!

[She said with a proud nod!]

Why do you ask?

[peccatore]

Oh, I was just curious. [DEFINITELY NOT LOOKING FOR GIFT IDEAS.]

[meowbel]

[See that? That is the look of a girl who was narrowing her eyes at him!]

Are you sure? You're not planning on doing something, are you?

[HMMMMMMMMMMMM???]

[peccatore]

What? No, no, no. Of course not, no.

[He's well aware kids are usually smarter than people give them credit for, but... Hopefully she won't think about this too much!!]

[meowbel]

You sure?

[Her eyes were still looking at him!] You promise me whatever you’re doing, you’ll tell me soon?

[peccatore]

If... I were doing anything, I would be sure to tell you soon, yes.

[S-SMOOTH???]

[meowbel]

If you say so...

[With that, she trailed off before handing him the sweater] But anyway, c'mon, let's try this on! I want to see what you look like as you get covered in glitter!

[peccatore]

[WHEW. She'll know by Christmas, anyhow; Marco now fully intends to get her a cute plushie of a pig, and it WILL be with her by the 25th.]

Oh, er, right now? Alright.

[Hopefully the glitter isn't loose or anything. Also... He hesitates.]

... Over the coat or under it?

[The answer to the question may just decide just how grossed out Mabel will be for the foreseeable future.]

[meowbel]

Whatever you want as long as you're still covered in glitter at some point!

[She said with a small smirk before leaning a bit closer]

[peccatore]

[... You know what? He does not want to risk the chance of getting glitter between his coat and his regular skin. Over it is.

AND BOOM. He only struggles a little to get his neck frill to go through the collar, but once that's done... He looks awfully festive! Red and green truly go great together.]

[meowbel]

[For a moment, Mabel wasn’t sure if she should help him out. If he was struggling this much, maybe she should have made the sweater bigger?

However, when he managed to put it on?]

Oh my gosh, look at you! You’re adorable!

[peccatore]

In... a good way, I hope. Haha.

[Well, no, he's fairly sure she means it as a compliment. What he REALLY hopes is that he doesn't get glitter lodged somewhere he can't get it out of.]

[meowbel]

Of course it is! C'mon, there's got to be a mirror around, you just have to see yourself in this!

[With that, she grabbed his hand and started dragging him indoors. Will they be able to find a mirror anywhere?]

[peccatore]

In the workshop? Well, I guess there's always the bathroom...

[Which IS employee-only, but it's not like Mabel has to go in there with him.]

[meowbel]

Then let's go to the bathroom!

[She said before shoving him to said bathroom] Go and look for yourself at how adorable you look!

[peccatore]

I'm going, I'm going...! [He laughs with a tinge of nervousness - but then he finally looks himself in the mirror.

...

Now, he's not sure how fashionable this look is, nor can he really say he looks adorable, but the glitter? Lord, how it catches his eye.

He might just spend, like, a minute waving his arm just to see how the light reflects off his sleeve, like a particularly mesmerized cat.]

[meowbel]

So what do you think? Do you love or do you really love it?

[She said before leaning closer to him. She was almost expecting him to say something to her.

You know you want to say something and show much you love it, right??]

[peccatore]

[That breaks him out of his trance at last; when he looks at her, it's with an amused, but fond smile.]

Thank you, Mabel. I really love it.

[meowbel]

See? I knew you would love it!

[She said with a giggle before giving Marco a hug] And guess what? Now you, Fiddleford, Dipper, Stan and me can all match!

[peccatore]

[Although he's caught off-guard, he soon relaxes and returns the hug, giving her a pat on the head.]

Would Dipper happen to be your brother?

[meowbel]

Yup! Dipper's my bro bro and don't wear it out!

[Hmmm...] You know, if you're planning on giving him something? I may or may not have something a couple of things to suggest!

[Just saying!]

[peccatore]

[There's something touching about it all. Mabel made sweaters for her family, and naturally she made one for Fiddleford because he's a friend... but Marco gets one too.

It's... nice. Especially for someone who doesn't have family - or at least blood relatives - in Ryslig, and didn't really have anybody left back home either.]

Do you? Well, we haven't met yet, but I am open to suggestions.