Along with Craig learning a few things about his tutor during the week, Tweek also learned some things about his delinquent student.
His first fact learned throughout the week was: When Craig didn't want to ask for help, he would bite his pencil.
At first glance Tweek just assumed that he was just deep in thought gnawing on the pencil to help his thought process along, but Tweek quickly learned that it was Craig's way of keeping himself from asking Tweek a question. Like he was quite literally trying to hold himself back from asking by shoving the pencil in between his teeth. It would usually happen if the male thought he had asked too many questions to be regular or if he was feeling particularly 'sensitive' about a subject.
Tweek was in the middle of doing flashcards with himself, trying to memorize the different cell functions and their different stages, when he heard a strange sound. A mix between when someone tries to break a stick in half-but the stick isn't quite bark covered to break so it bends instead-and when someone eats a mildly damp cracker.
He moved the flashcards that were in front of his face to the side, raising his brow as he stare towards the obscure noise.
It was Craig staring, quite angrily, at his homework.
His pencil was caught in the side of his mouth, his molars terrorizing the slightly varnished yellow wood. His lips sealing the small piece of wood into the corner of his mouth to keep it put. His nose twitching every so often, in what Tweek guessed was either, annoyance or anger towards the offending math problem.
"Uh... Craig?"
The male looked up, the pencil dropping from his mouth and going slack in his hand, the yellow stick having brown divots and indents that showed the real wood underneath. The teeth markings going up all the way to the eraser that had already been sparse from reoccurring homework mishaps. "Huh?"
Tweek laughed and gave him a quick look up and down. "Do you need help?"
"Oh." Craig looked down at his paper then up again, his face slightly embarrassed as he nodded. "Kinda."
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The next fact made Tweek laugh to himself whenever he thought about it: Craig had a very bland palate.
He had seen Craig eat his lunch and it would always be something rather basic like a peanut butter sandwich or popcorn that seemingly had no salt or butter. One time he was pretty sure he had seen him eat plain noodles with meat. Overall the food he brought in sometimes looking like it had been pulled directly from an old black and white colored sitcom.
"Aww all the dip is gone." Tweek said with a frown, using his pita chip to scrape up the last bits of the spicy hummus from the bottom of the container. He then ate his last seasoned chip with a displeasured face, his chewing looking more like sulking.
Craig looked up at the blonde putting away his snack and raised an eyebrow. "You're not going to eat those?"
"These?" Tweek asked holding up the plastic bag holding a stray few pita chips.
Craig nodded.
"No, I don't like eating things after all the dip or sauce is gone." Tweek said putting the lid back on his small container that was used to hold his homemade hummus, the dip having more cayenne pepper than necessary.
"Why?" Craig asked still looking at the baked chips sitting on the table.
Tweek shrugged. "I don't know." He smiled to himself before saying. "I guess you could call me a saucy guy."
Craig looked up at Tweek's overly amused face and frowned; his eyes drooping to show their own unamused reaction to the joke. "I will never call you that." He then looked back down at the chips in front of Tweek, looking over the never before tried food, before motioning his head towards them. "If you're not eating them, can I?"
