𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

Chapter Seven

Tweek stirs up from his sleep as he wrinkles his nose and sneezes. "Ngh…" He stares around sleepily, his eyes half closed. I'm still in Clyde's house? What time is it? – Oh, it's 3:58 a.m. Tweek notices his bangs drooped over his face and cocks his head to the side, brushing them aside of his viewing range. He peers over to feel a weight over his hand. Craig had shifted his weight when Tweek moved and was now lying on the sofa comfily as he dozed away with his dark hair mussed and his hat cords tangled into his bangs. He was still tightly clutching Tweek's hand. Tweek gently smiled at the sight before lightly prying out his fingers. They didn't budge. He attempts to slide his fingers out of the other's grip. There's no movement what so ever other than Tweek's helpless tugging. "Uh… Craig?" He waves a hand over Craig's unconscious face, and while doing so, accidentally taps him on his nose.

The other merely scratches at his nose idly while making an uncomfortable noise. He turns his back toward Tweek and scuffles into the sofa's warmth. Tweek rolls him back before pinching Craig's nose shut. He flutters his eyelashes lightly before shutting them firmly once more. He makes a mumbling noise as he continues to sleep; now breathing through his mouth.

Crap. Tweek sighs and grumbles grouchily. I love holding your hand and all but I NEED my coffee! Tweek got pissed when he didn't fill his daily requirements. Whilst struggling to move with an occupied hand, Tweek traces his fingers around Craig's slim waist. At least I'll have a legitimate excuse to touch him… And with that thought, he starts to tickle Craig like crazy, sliding his fingers up and down over his torso. No bombarding laughter or any waking reaction, only eliciting a soft moan from the usual frost king. Tweek flinches as he pulls away his hands away from the boy. W-what was that sound? He blushes madly before staring at his hand nervously. Craig… Reacted like that to tickling?

Craig begins to stretch and Tweek nearly bumps into Ruby and falls of the sofa.

"Gah!" He quickly mutes himself and stares over to Craig who is still sleeping peacefully. At least my hands are free now. When he gets up and brushes his crumpled clothing, he sneers at Craig's sleeping position; the other slept rigidly with his knees and elbows bent and his hands out in front of his face. … He looks so defenseless… Tweek slowly tip-toes over to Craig, who now faces the sofa. Craig was usually a light-sleeper, but everyone had only been asleep for so long. Tweek was just unusual to wake up so early ahead of everyone. While staring lazily at his napping face, his own chin perched on top of his hands, he positions his face over Craig's, hovering lightly as he gives him a harmless peck on the cheek. Craig suddenly winces at the contact and faces the ceiling, eyes still closed and slips in a warm hand behind Tweek's neck. Tweek turns stiff and waits expectantly. Is he… Going to kiss me? Not really knowing what to do, he closes his eyes and awkwardly puckers his lips as he sweats a little. Craig unexpectedly pinches his cheeks and slaps them once before his arms fall back down at his side.

"Damn alarm clock…" He hisses to himself, flicking off the empty air.

Tweek couldn't help but look slightly disappointed. Well, that figures. His body is sprawled out coarsely and he continues to snore away as Tweek rubs at his aching cheeks. Grumbling, the twitchy blonde seats himself down on the floor beside Craig, quietly analyzing his features. He notices that Craig's chest heaves lightly up and down once every three seconds. Tweek's thoughts soon turn naughty and he immediately scrambles into the kitchen.

Tweek held in a schoolgirl giggle at the sight before him. Clyde and Token were asleep on the floor; Token was leaning toward the counter whilst wielding a dull butter knife whilst Clyde had both his hands stuck in glass jars: one jar of pickles and one of peanut butter. I wonder how that happened… Whilst carefully walking over the two, making sure not to step on them or the strange sticky contents battered over the tiled floor, he pauses to read a small note near the sink. The handwriting… I don't recognize it. It was in loose and precise cursive. Tweek reads it to himself: