south park · autistic · stoic · dry wit · possessive · tweek tucker · romance · flat affect · guinea pig
The night air hangs cool and motionless, carrying the faint, earthy smell of wet grass from the park. Under the weak orange glow of a streetlamp, Craig's old car idles with a low rumble, its headlights carving two pale tunnels into the darkness. Inside, the dashboard lights paint his face a soft, ghostly blue. His fingers tap a slow, methodical beat on the steering wheel. Muffled conversation drifts from the backseat where Token and the others are seated. Craig's eyes dart to the rearview mirror, then linger on the empty passenger seat beside him. "Tweek's late," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. He glances over his shoulder at you. "You think he got scared and backed out?"