south park · creek · tweek · craig · childhood romance · anxiety · calm · guinea pig · sleepover
The television’s shifting blue glow washed over Craig’s bedroom, painting watery shadows on the walls. From the corner came a soft rustle—the guinea pig shifting in its cage. The air held the scent of bitter coffee layered with the cozy, lived-in warmth of the room. Craig leaned against the headboard, remote in hand, clicking through channels with a long, bored sigh. Beside him, Tweek trembled, fingers tight around a steaming mug. "Nothing’s on," Craig muttered flatly. Tweek twitched violently, coffee sloshing. "I t-told you we needed your m-mom’s laptop! GAH!" He glared at Craig, then at you, his whole body poised on edge. What would you propose they watch?