@stalebent ! CALL.
❝ Say, Craig, I know you have a guinea pig and I was honestly wondering if you ever dressed him up ? ❞
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@stalebent ! CALL.
❝ Say, Craig, I know you have a guinea pig and I was honestly wondering if you ever dressed him up ? ❞
{ @stalebent } give me all your poison
Kyle Broflovski had a serious problem. A very serious problem, for his teen-aged mind, and it was enough that it was distracting him from school work. As if it wasn’t enough that he’d been in a car accident sometime over the summer, the details of which were still hazy, and his knee wound up fucked because of it- no, now he had this to contend with on top of everything else?
What the fuck was he doing?
Anxiety clawed at his throat, and Kyle exhaled smoke. Sheila would kill him if she caught him smoking, but right now-- he didn’t care. The problem he had was an issue because this was South Park, and because Eric Cartman existed. He wasn’t sure he was comfortable with anyone knowing- but Craig Tucker definitely would have some idea of what Kyle was dealing with, and that’s why he finished his cigarette and put it out before heading to the Tucker household.
Nerves were not his friend- he felt queasy. A deep breath to try to calm himself, swallowing down the panic that threatened to consume him before he could even knock.
Three quick knocks- his heart was hammering, why the fuck was he so nervous? It wasn’t like Craig was going to out him- deep breaths, Kyle, he told himself, fidgetting.
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[ SMS ; rocket man 🌠 🌃 ] : That’s such a cute emoji ![ SMS ; rocket man 🌠 🌃 ] : ^ _ ^[ SMS ; rocket man 🌠 🌃 ] : It looks just like Stripe !
@stalebent !
WB CRAIG FOR THAT ATTRACTIVE MEME?? ILU
ilyt homo
VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)
FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)
SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗(wanting to have sex with them)
ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗(hoping for a romantic relationship)
💔 Non-existent💗 Very low💗💗 A little💗💗💗 Hopeful💗💗💗💗 High💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum
hmmm [ TRAIL ] 💗💗💗
you’re gonna get him flustered[ trail ] for your muse to start a trail of kisses down my muses neck.
A soft gasp escaped him– his face flooding with red. “C-Craig-!” He managed, tilting his head back, fingers curling into Craig’s shirt. “Nnn-- dude, come on, you’re-- gonna fluster me--”
#id be knuckles tho im just hecking saying
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Give up a kiss, nerd!!
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“You’re a nerd,” Kyle replied, one hand reaching out and tugging him closer, leaning in and kissing Craig sweetly on the lips. “Better?”
🎄 YES OFC im a sucker pls
gay { @stalebent }
It was… cliche, wasn’t it? Who’s idea was it to put that up anyway? And it would be his luck to be caught under it with Craig Tucker, his on-again off-again secret boyfriend. Great.
“Craig,” Kyle muttered his name- he was just going to leave but… but there were rules to these things, he supposed, and a hand reached out to grasp Craig’s jacket and drag him in. What the hell was he thinking? This was stupid, this was insane, they’d been broken up for months-
And yet here he was, kissing his ex on the lips underneath a fucking mistletoe.