Craig watched Tweek talk to the hair dresser about the style he was envisioning for Mole's hair, his hands giving fluffing motions to the top of his head. Craig's eyes hovering over Tweek's hands as he put his fingers into his hair to scrunch it then flair it out.
"Ah, what a guy." A strong accent accompanying a strong cigarette smell. "He gave me a balloon ze other day."
Craig side-eyed his friend, the corners of his mouth coming down slightly. "Are you smoking in here?"
"Since when do you care if I smoke?" Mole pulled another cigarette from his pocket and held it towards Craig. "Take one and stop your bitching."
Craig smacked the stick out of his hand. "You can't smoke in here, there's a sign."
"I'll grab zat sign and beat you over ze head with it." Mole flicked his cigarette to the ground and stomped it on the squeaky linoleum.
Craig glared at Mole. "Then I'll kick you in the face."
"If you kick me in ze face you will see vat your insides look like!" Mole turned to Craig to glare at him.
Craig stood straighter to stare down Mole. "I'll pull your eyes out and shove them down your throat!"
"I hope you do so I can only know for a fact zat I have more guts than you!" Mole took a step further to yell in Craig's face.
Craig clenched his fists and leaned over Mole. "Not if I rip them out first!"
The two males glared daggers at each other, their brows taut and drawn down with fury; snarls and growls just barely being held back behind bared teeth. Tight fists were held within their holsters, ready to be used and swung at a moments notice.
A laugh broke between the two and they began to give quick punches to each other, laughing as they pushed each other around.
"Oh you, cocksucker!" Mole gave Craig a firm pat on the back.
Craig laughed and gave an equally hearty clap to Mole's back. "No kidding, pal."
Mole pulled another cigarette out of his pocket and stuffed it into the corner of his mouth. "So, what's with you?" He searched his pockets until he found his small lighter. "You're all..." He gave a vague motion before bringing the lighter to his lips. "Tense."
"Eh... well-" Craig looked back over to Tweek who was holding a piece of paper towards the hair stylist. "What's..." He gave a quick point to Tweek as he continued down the piece of paper with the woman. "What's with you guys?"
Mole's eyebrow raised before falling with a light smirk. "So you're just worried?"
"I think I asked a question, not for a question." Craig let himself take a deep breath, remembering in the first place why he was so hooked on smoking. He was quite literally hanging out with the wrong crowd, aka a mini terrorist group who smoke constantly.
Mole laughed and let the smoke sink out through his teeth, each breath of air from the laugh out giving its own puffs of smoke. "Look, Craig. I get it."
Craig frowned. "Get what?"
"He is a sexy man, with hair like ze sun and eyes like a forrest near the ocean." Mole took the cigarette out of his mouth and kept his gaze on Tweek. "He knows everything about anything and has ze kindest heart I've ever seen." He then gave Craig a nod. "All things I'm sure you've heard about him."
Craig's mouth fell further. "Sure."
"So I understand zat when a man of pure art like him comes around and hangs with someone like me." Mole gave a shrug and a sigh, seeming sorry for Craig. "It's hard to cope."
