"-And then, like, he ditched me in this forest. I mean, who does that?!" Pacifica asked Dipper, finishing up her story of why she was even in the forest. Dipper didn't say anything, keeping a blank face as he listened to her story. "I could barely believe it! And now- I have to put up these signs by myself." Pacifica said, giving a playful grin as she turned her head to him. Dipper tilted his head, cocking up his eyebrow as he looked to her with a questioning expression. Pacifica smirked, narrowing her eyes at him. "Hey! Here's a crazy idea!" Pacifica said, holding the signs up to his face. "You wouldn't mind holding these, would you?" Dipper's face, slowly changing to a more unamused frown, glared at her. "You appear to be doing just fine with the signs yourself, Southeast." He replied, calling her by her last name for a change. "Woah! Are you getting sour? When did I start calling you by your last name, Pines?" She said slickly, a smirk tugging at the edges of her lips.

Dipper rolled his eyes, not bothering to look at her face this time. In fact, he completely turned his head away from her, trying to remember where the forest started and ended. In that moment, Pacifica noticed something that seemed to boggle her mind. Something he definitely didn't have the first time they met. She fought against the urge to question it, but quickly overpowered herself, giving into her curiosity. "Where did you get that scratch on your cheek?" She questioned, pointing to the long strip of skin that was missing from his face. Dipper reflexively moved his hand against the soon-to-be scar and felt what she was talking about. 'Stan' he thought, narrowing his eyes in hatred as he thought about the greedy monster. But he quickly changed his expression, switching it back to his notorious emotionless face. Pacifica looked at it, questions seemingly about to spill from her mouth. She shifted her position, moving the signs into her right arm. Her hand, inches away from his face, made its way to run her fingers over the cut. Once her fingers reached his face, she only had a second or two to caress the surface of his skin before his hand harshly slapped her fingers away with haste.

Pacifica stepped back in confusion, her eyes wide with surprise. She held her hand to her chest, still feeling the slight tingle from his slap. It didn't hurt, but it felt odd for him to do something like that. Dipper noticed this action and looked to her, seeing how confused she appeared. He stared at her for a moment, seeing her position. The signs, sloppily clutched in her right arm, about to slip out from her grip. Her legs, about to buckle. Her feet, firmly placed against the surface of the ground. Was she... scared of him? No. She just... Didn't quite trust him yet. Or did she? Dipper, noticing how he had been staring, looked away from her. With his gaze off of her, she inched towards him with a cocked eyebrow. She was about to tap him on the shoulder, only to have him shoot his hand out to her like a lightning bolt. He made a swift movement with his hand, creating a clenching motion with his fingers, almost as if he was trying to grab something. Pacifica looked to the hand then back to Dipper, having an odd expression on her face. It wasn't until he spoke that she understood what he was doing. He sighed, his gaze still away from her, looking in the opposite direction. "....Give me the signs." He finally said, offering a hand to help her hang them.

Pacifica's eyes lit up with joy, not wasting a second to shove the boards into his open arms. Dipper grunted, feeling the boards get quickly shoved into his grasp. "Come on! Let's get going!" Pacifica beamed. Dipper signed. Why did he ask her to give him the signs? Did he feel... bad for her? Or... Did he feel... something? Something weird? He did have an odd tingling feeling on his nose when he was with her. But, then again, it was allergy season.