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[lessongain-a]

❝ shut up! ❞

          ❛  no, actually, i won’t,   ❜    his eyes flash dangerously, teeth bared and expression far from pleased. he’s snarling, speaking each word like acid, and it only gets worse as he takes a step forward; finger pointing accusingly in craig’s direction,    ❛  you put the entirety of coon and friends at risk because of what you did—- and you want us to, what?? ignore it?? pretend you totally didn’t nearly get us all killed back there??  ❜    he spits, shaking his head before locking eyes with his companion once more; searching and unreadable.    ❛  i think we both know what this is really about.  ❜

whatever he finds in craig’s stare is enough to sooth the fire at least a bit, it seems, as the tension in kyle’s shoulders softens, infinitesimal. he turns away, posture still stilted and upset, just… less so. doesn’t spare craig a second glance when he walks away,    ❛  just know that you’re not the only one with friends on the other team, super-craig.  ❜

deh ask meme, @bluetoque

[coughy]

❝ i better head out. ❞

DEH ask meme !! @bluetoque​

     “that’s what i said you should do, like, anhourago, GAH,”   he’s practically shoving craig out the door, frustratingly unfaltering and sincerely absolute in his insistence. hazel eyes glare through long, brown lashes, relentless only until the tic under his eye twitches involuntarily.   "my parents are gonna get all, rrgh, weird if they find out you stayed over while they were gone.”

still, he manages to catch craig’s gaze before he briefly leaves him outside to scoop up his hat from the kitchen table; huffing when he gets back, and gesturing craig to just Lean Down A Little, You Fucking Giant. easily secures his boyfriend’s chullo atop his head before frowning in consideration, tongue clicking,   "agh. you’re a bad influence, you know that??”

with trembling digits still wrapped around the tassels of craig’s hat, tweek gently tugs his boyfriend closer ( lightly enough wherein he could break free at any time; just in case craig doesn’t want to or, like, tweek’s breath smells really bad, or something ) before pressing his lips against craig’s own with a soft, sweet kiss. lingers even when he pulls back, lips curled into a shy smile, before releasing his hold and taking a step backwards into the significantly less-cold state of his home.

“now get going, tiger.”

[lessongain-a]

❝ hey dude, check this out. ❞ removing his hands from his jean pockets, craig reveal to birds ........ ones of digit form.

        ❛  ………….. i hate you. so fucking much, dude, i swear to god—-  ❜

[coughy]

❝ hey, that looks good, can i have some? ❞

I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’VE DONE THIS !! @bluetoque

          tweek is, admittedly, hardly paying any mind when craig points at him while he’s drawing his lips away from the rim of his cup—- but by the time he’s finished his question, craig definitely has tweek’s attention, eyes wide and jaw slack. the tic under his eye spasms slightly when he stares, jittery and startled at such a request.    “—- you, ngh, WHAT?!”

but he doesn’t give craig the time to so much as cut in before he’s chewing on his bottom lip, eyes flickering every-which-way as he considers this. there’s a very quick and short internal battle, it seems, before he finally sets his coffee down and nods, decisive.    “GAH. sure. okay, fine.”

and it’s—- just a quick thing, really; chaste and sweet before he’s pulling back, face a brilliant red as he swallows. goes back to wrapping trembling fingers around his coffee cup.    “mmgh. there.”

[ratdrag-blog]

@bluetoque | A muffled call!

       “Okay but the hag is like the coolest killer from that game you can’t argue that!” 

     Well I mean Craig could, dead by daylight certainly had a lot to it but this was a better conversation than talking about the weather or what they had (or didn’t) have for lunch that day.              “She’s also got a wicked backstory!!”

[coughy]

❝ here, babe. i got you this. it's a fidget-spinner. ❞ twirling between two digits, it's then handed to his beloved. ❝ it should help keep you calm. ❞

ANSWERED !! @bluetoque

      “what the—- craig, seriously??” and before he knows it he’s got another fidget spinner—- like, the third one this week, actually—- rotating on the tip of his middle finger on his open hand. at any rate, his earlier twitching and dismay seems to have subsided, or, at least for now, anyways. 

“you know you don’t need to, ngh, keep getting these for me, right??” still, he smiles; small, incredulous, and a little amazed, as he eyes the tiny spiderman design set right in the middle. “… but thanks, man.”