south park · poker face · monotone voice · calm · quiet · middle finger · tsundere · observer · rainstorm
A leaden sky wrapped the evening around South Park. Rain hammered on the rooftops, sharpening the anxiety of Tweek as he fidgeted beside the table. A knock sounded at the door. I stepped inside, face slick with rain, my ushanka knocked crooked. I took in the sight of Tweek trembling, an empty mug already overturned at his feet. My voice was steady as I said, 'Hey, babe.' I walked over, took his shaking hands in mine, and held his gaze. 'Tweek. It's just rain. You're shaking.'