"What in all that is holy?" Chef mumbled to himself, unsure why or how the sight in front of him is happening.
Usually he's confused by the boys antics and their continuing to develop relationship, but this takes the cake for the dumbest thing he's seen them 'platonically' do.
Tweek stood in front of Craig while he sat on one of the bar stools, Craig's arms were tightly wrapped around Tweek's middle. The blonde completely complacent with their position and letting his hands lay on Craig's shoulders as they bantered back and forth about, what seemed to be, an English paper.
Tweek would laugh as Craig made hushed remarks about his teacher, going to throw his head and body back as he did, but Craig would just take the arms around Tweek and pull him back forward again. Cradling those laughs back into the boys special space and preforming them purely for their maker.
"I swear to God, I'm about to kick both of you out of here." Chef threw one of his bar rags towards the pair, the damp rag landing over Craig's face with a gross flerp.
Tweek plucked the rag off Craig's face with another close hugged chuckle, plopping it back onto the bar top as Craig grumbled about having a probably unwashed rag on his face. "Someone's definitely not getting kissed now."
"You guys kiss?!" Chef opened his arms to the heavens, wondering about the world where any of this would happen. "Why are the kids of today so fucking stupid?"
Craig glared at the bartender and took one of his hands away to flip off Chef. "We don't kiss, it was just a joke, Chef."
"Joke or not, y'all are driving me crazy." Chef took his throw rag and placed it back under the counter. "What are you guys doing here anyways? Isn't this your study time?"
"Oh yeah." Tweek crossed his arms and backed away from Craig as he was reminded of why they were here instead of school like they should have been. "As usual it's his fault."
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"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit."
Craig flashed past the hoards of students who were still getting things out of their lockers to leave school, giving hurried and urgent 'sorry's and 'excuse me's as he passed through. The apologies and excuses fell quiet compared to the noise of the students still in the hall and the usual security guards chasing after him with their own noise.
"Get back here!"
Craig turned the hall and gave a wince upon seeing over his shoulder that he's been exercising the guards too much, they're getting better at running. "Fuck, Tweek's gonna be pissed."
He gave another final turn to the hallway where the library was, then he saw Tweek (normal occurrence), he was talking to Stan Marsh (not normal occurrence). Craig's upper lip twitched in what could only be described as a half snarl. It wasn't on purpose, but it was a just a natural reaction to seeing Stan Marsh, the world's worst person since Cartman.
The dude is always complaining about something and always using his dad's sucky actions as a way to get laid. And the four times he hung out with him some fucked up shit happened and ended up ruining his day.
As Craig ran past he gripped Tweek's arm and pulled him along in his flea from the authority of South Park High's security team. Which-as a side note-was made because of Stan and his gang of idiots. Giving another scowl as his eyes caught the fellow black haired male. "Since when do you talk to Stan?"
"Craig! Is that really what you're asking right now?!" Tweek ripped his arm out of the hold, but ran with his student. "What did you do now?!"
"Oh nothing." Craig gave a small shrug and gave a quick look back to Stan and the security guards behind them. "I just saw this snake outside the school and thought it would look cool, inside the school."
