mountaintownofmuses:
Craig stood there for a moment before checking his phone quickly. He actually— couldn’t remember the name of the place, but he knew the hotel had been close by their destination. Skimming through his notes for work to find the name of the hotel making a perplexed face as he did, however, it wouldn’t take him long to find the name.
"The LaGare Hotel….“
With that, he ensured Tweek was ready to go before heading off through the crowds of people that were more than likely doing the same thing as they were– trying to figure out where they’d be staying the night, or perhaps they were trying to find someone— who knew.
As they waded through the people and finally made their way out, next was the fun part… a taxi. He put his hands out, trying to pull over a taxi to take them to their destination.
In response to his question, Craig got out his phone to look something up, and a part of Tweek that he tried to keep concealed panicked a little bit. All of this had been planned in advance, right? Craig knew where they were going? He hoped so, and sure enough, Craig did have the name of the place. That was good, that meant they probably had reservations and stuff.
With that, they took off - Tweek scurrying to keep up because it was moments like this that reminded him: Craig had much longer legs, and walked fast. This airport was busy, just like Newark had been, and he did his best not to think about it; with this environment, it was impossible not to bump into people, impossible not to lose track of where you were going. Eventually, took hold of Craig’s arm to avoid getting separated, walking with him out to find a taxi.
It was so sunny and warm here compared to home, and that made Tweek grin at the feeling of the sun against his skin.
“Oh man, uh... do, do you remember how to ask for directions?”
