Dire Wolf Devil
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Malvo sniffled as she wiped her eyes with her tiny fists as she looked to her Dad. Graham smiled, "okay so Adrian was correct, clown idea was a bad idea."
Reaver turned and poked Graham's shoulder. "Y'owe me fifty silver."
Adrian huffed. "The one time where experience is needed." He'd state before he paused when he noticed just how truly upset Malvo was. This made him pout, and he cleaned the clown's blood off of Dipper's mouth with a rag before he'd head over and offer Malvo his index finger to grip. "It's okay, Malvy. No more big bad clown. How about we getchya another slice of strawberry ice cream cake, yeah? Does that earn a smile f'r daddy?" He took his finger back for a moment, and pointed to his own smile just to demonstrate.
Adrian huffed. "The one time where experience is needed." He'd state before he paused when he noticed just how truly upset Malvo was. This made him pout, and he cleaned the clown's blood off of Dipper's mouth with a rag before he'd head over and offer Malvo his index finger to grip. "It's okay, Malvy. No more big bad clown. How about we getchya another slice of strawberry ice cream cake, yeah? Does that earn a smile f'r daddy?" He took his finger back for a moment, and pointed to his own smile just to demonstrate.