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[✪] – Football practice was profoundly remarkable today! Their practices are always remarkable but today appeared to be so out of the ordinary in contrast to their prior ones. But alas, all good things must come to an end and before Gary knew it, everyone was harking back to the locker room. He knew that he should be returning home but today, he wasn't in the mood to play board games with his family. Especially after watching that stimulating game earlier. He was still very invigorated from it! He should his calm his nerves down a bit and in order to do that, he fixed upon doing his homework right then and there on the bleachers.

A few minutes have passed and all the cheerleaders have already left after their shower. A few minutes more and the football players followed right after. Time for his cue to leave then. After making sure that everyone had left the field, Gary pushed his book back into his bag and traveled down the bleachers to head home. But then he spotted the school's famous quarterback, Clyde Donovan, just stepping out from the locker room. By himself, oddly enough. Gary shares a few classes with him but never had the opportunity to talk to him for Clyde is just always surrounded by people. He basically has everyone on their knees for him and Gary is no exception. 

Seeing him this close now felt like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and he was not going to pass it off!

❝H-Hey, Clyde! You did really great at practice today!❞

[nanopianos]

stupor { clyde + craig }

"I think Stripe got out again."

Craig groans and turns over, dragged from his sleep by his sister’s voice and incessant poking. The message didn't come across clearly enough because he asks her to repeat it, the words coming out of his mouth all sleep-garbled.  Ruby unleashes an annoyed sigh. "Stripe. Got. Out."

That felt like a bucket of ice cold water being dumped on him, because before he knows it he's bolting up and out of the room, hastily throwing on the first shirt he can grab and leaving an irritated sister in his wake. At the doorway he slips on his fuzzy slippers and trudges out into the cold, bitter night. Almost immediately he regrets not putting gloves on, because the icy wind bites at his skin. He hates that even after years of living in this godawful town he still hasn't fully acclimated to the cold. Maybe he never will, and that might be a sign.

Stripe breaking out isn't a common occurrence, but it does happen often enough to make Craig worried. He doesn't care that he looks a mess right now, with his hair flattened on one side of his head and a line of half-dry saliva trailing out of his mouth- he needs to get Stripe back before anything happens to him. God knows what could, too, living in South Park and all. Much to his surprise, he spots a familiar figure smack dab in the middle of their empty driveway. Said figure is crouching unsteadily, looking like he'll tip over any moment, but to Craig’s relief, he is petting the renegade guinea pig. Craig approaches him and the more he realizes who it is, the more exasperated he  grows.

“Oh, Jesus. Clyde?”