“Since Pine Tree’s large, obnoxious forehead started staring at me.”
Mabel squinted at Dipper’s forehead before humming and leaning over, dragging over her makeup box and opening a bottle of foundation. With a content tune, she carefully covered Dipper’s birthmark so his forehead was completely blemish free. Then she turned to Bill, “What about this?”
Bill frowned and took a step forward, taking a fistful of Dipper’s hair at the back of his head and pulling his head back to better study Dipper’s forehead. Dipper flicked his eyes to meet Bill’s and noticed just how intense his eyes were before Dipper quickly looked away again, his ears feeling a hell of a lot hotter. “It’s still large.”