#craig.reality

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The pattering, scuttling sound of insect legs is heard from the tree branches above. In a single rush, the hissing creature makes a rush right for Craig.

Once close enough, he wraps himself around the ten year-old. Is he cold? Does he think he’s a scarf? He checks to make sure that Craig has enough room to breathe, stifles a yawn, and closes his eyes.

Squishy little humans are so comfortable. 

Tweek is screaming, Clyde is screaming, Token’s white as a sheet (which is hilarious) and Jimmy’s stuttering incoherently now, all of them staring at the creature that they vaguely recognize as the centipede guy they helped before. Craig is vaguely aware of the sudden weight on him, but couldn’t really react.

Who could, really, if they suddenly got rushed by a giant insect thing?

Tweek’s mainly screaming about alien conspiracies now, but all Craig can do is numbly poke at who he recognized as Kaneki. What the fuck was this even about? Wait, was he asleep?

“Wow.” Craig would have facepalmed, but decided against it.

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Oh, shit-

Tweek and Clyde both screamed bloody murder as Token and Jimmy dragged them off behind a nearby bush, Craig shutting his eyes tightly as he raised his arms over his face, trying to shield it from the barrage of snowballs coming from dear ol’ Uncle Tentacles. Once it was over, Craig peered out from behind his arms, snow nestled in his dark hair (his chullo had been knocked off again, sadly), before he flipped Kaneki the bird.

Again.

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Well, at least it was just a snowball that hit his neck, though it was freezing cold.

In his version of the typical ‘nah nah nah nah nah nah’ taunt, Craig wiped off the snow that had covered his neck and raised his middle fingers in the air almost tauntingly at Kaneki, sticking out his tongue, which looked rather hilarious with his deadpan expression.

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If Craig had been religious, he would have kissed the ground in thanks for the projectile hitting the side of his head being a snowball instead of a shoe. However, he wasn’t, and thus instead chose to face the direction where the snowball had come from, spotting the only person it could have come from - she was the only one standing there, after all.

Not knowing what to say, Craig just flipped her off, and then gave her a thumbs up. Clyde held up ten fingers as if to say ‘10/10′ behind him.

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This time, Craig was alerted to Kaneki’s presence by Tweek’s wide eyed and silent pointing to something behind him. Turning around, he recognized the adult... and the matching shoe to the one Jimmy now had on his head.

“... No fucking way,” Craig swore at the sight before tugging on the flaps of his chullo, irritated and exasperated that it was Kaneki of all people. That... sort of explains why he threw shoes? No, not really.

“... At least my shoe’s got a pair now?” Craig tried to lighten the mood, though this was offset by the ‘not pleased’ look on his face.

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He really didn’t expect this one.

The topic of conversation had moved from how amazing Stripe was to explaining how he knew the guy who threw snowballs at him. Token was listening and nodding while Jimmy was whacking Clyde - who was wheezing from laughter - on the back. Tweek was listening intently while fiddling with his thermos.

THWACK!

“C-Craig!” Was that Tweek’s voice? Craig was rather certain it was Tweek’s voice that he heard before he got clocked in the head with a shoe and fell down on all four of them, knocking them all down to the ground, raising a middle finger up in the air before blacking out momentarily.

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“-and that’s when he did this really neat-”

A snowball hit the back of his head, again, thankfully not knocking off his chullo this time. With a growl, Craig turned around despite Tweek’s anxious babbling and spotted the speedster, who was holding yet another snowball. At the sight of it, Craig raised one of his middle fingers.

And then the second one went flying into his face.

Clyde cackled loudly as Craig raised his other middle finger, the snow falling off his face.

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The first snowball hit him in the face just as he was about to tell his friends about the neat trick Stripe performed the other day.

At the snowball, Tweek panicked, hands gripping at Clyde’s shoulder, while Craig himself only wiped away the snow as if nothing happened, preparing to go in-depth about Stripe’s new trick.

And then the second one knocked off his chullo.

This one made him flip the bird at whoever had shot him. Fuck them. Fuck them in particular. Goddamn snowball wars. I don’t want to get involved, dammit.