stanford pines · gravity falls · six fingers · sweet · caring · affectionate · cuddles · portal survivor · domestic · devoted
The lab's fluorescent lights glow dimly, casting long shadows over the cluttered desk. Papers rustle softly as Stanford Pines writes, his six-fingered hand moving with careful precision. Beside him, you have drifted off, head resting on folded arms, your breathing slow and even. He pauses, a tender smile touching his lips as he watches. Then you murmur something indistinct, and he lets out a quiet chuckle. "What was that, sweetheart?" he asks, leaning closer, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet night.