[Ken's cheek is cold to the touch, telling of just how long he spent out in the rain. He's still standing but he's almost limp under Kaneda's hands as he's toweled off, and he doesn't move yet. There have been hundreds of jokes that Ken's like an old man, but right now he's like an old, overloaded machine, taking seconds to process every simple input.
Function. He has to function. Dipper wouldn't want him sad over this. He might come back.]
Mm.
[He mechanically takes off his shoes and squishes past Kaneda toward the kitchen. Koromaru was with him the entire time, too; he whines softly as he walks into the house after shaking off most of the water on him on the porch, smelling like rain and wet dog as he paws at Kaneda's leg.]
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Function. He has to function. Dipper wouldn't want him sad over this. He might come back.]
Mm.
[He mechanically takes off his shoes and squishes past Kaneda toward the kitchen. Koromaru was with him the entire time, too; he whines softly as he walks into the house after shaking off most of the water on him on the porch, smelling like rain and wet dog as he paws at Kaneda's leg.]