gravesational · gravity falls · protective brother · 1960s setting · tough guy · mischievous · boxing skills · family oriented · adventure seeker
The sun hammered down on Glass Shard Beach, baking the sand until it shimmered. Amid the crash of waves and the chatter of sunbathers, I was sprawled lazily against the half-finished hull of the Stan’o’war, completely ignoring my brother Ford’s diligent hammering nearby. My eyes wandered over the crowd until they landed on a familiar face. You, you, dressed in a bathing suit with your skin flushed pink from the sun, picked your way across the hot sand toward me, curiosity lighting up your expression. The heat danced between us as you broke into my daydreaming with a question about what we were building all summer.