"It's about time." Tweek said with his eyes still on the clipboard in front of him, signing off the different things he wants fixed on his car. "Anytime I drive anywhere people are looking at me like I hit someone."
Craig laughed at the thought of Tweek driving around and a suburban mother being appalled by the complete mauling that has taken place on the side of his car. "I think it looks cool like that. Real tiger-esque."
Tweek snorted as he pulled his head away from the clipboard, scanning over to make sure he had answered every question to his satisfaction. "More like 'tiger attack-esque'."
He placed the clipboard on the counter, giving a look around the small car shop. The different types of service they offered being displayed on the walls in bright blue and yellow stickers. Each one popping out with an eye hurting vibrancy to show Tweek the low low prices of a brand new paint job, or the cheap cost of having wax spread over your car's hood.
"Still cool." Craig said leaning forward on the counter with his elbows, crossing his arms over one another. His eyes going down to the different services that Tweek had checked off. Smiling at the note written at the bottom that told the workers not to try and remove the ornaments hanging from the rear-view mirror while cleaning the inside of the car. Warning that if they tried the whole mirror will snap off.
The little smiling face at the end of the note reminding him of the little smiley faces he gets when he does well on his homework. Craig had told him countless times to stop leaving those little faces over his homework because it was hurting his street cred. Sadly, Tweek doesn't know when to stop and only put more and more shining faces all over Craig's papers, but not too sad. Craig would be lying if he said he completely detested the faces cheering him on when turning in his homework.
"Are you ready with ze forms?" A grungy looking male said while coming up to the counter, his lips carrying a loose cigarette and a heavy accent.
Tweek nodded, slightly confused by the man, but pushed the clipboard forward anyways.
The man took them with some grumbling about god and the cries of him working in a car detail shop. Tweek laughed in shock as the man barked at a dog that was passing outside the shop, the dog hunching in fear and sneaking away.
Tweek kept his eyes on the character and leaned over to Craig, his head tilting up slightly to whisper towards him. "Is he French?"
Craig snickered slightly, leaning his head down to Tweek's ear to say quietly. "I actually think his accents fake."
"I'd believe that." Tweek whispered back, both boys not daring to look away from the sight of the person in front of them.
Every action taken is accompanied by a complaint or trifle with the higher ups that had given him his life.
The man yelled out to the people behind the glass of the shops front, calling out to the sweaty over-worked looking men about the new car that Craig had brought in for repair. Shouting for an answer to a question that the two teens couldn't make out. The teens sharing a few more bouts of hushed laughter as the man tripped and cursed out god for being a cocksucker. After some more indistinctive yelling, he returned with a larger scowl and angrier eyes.
"Your car should be ready in a week."
Tweek did his best to smile without showing how much he wanted to laugh at the peculiar male. Only nodding with a tightlipped smile to say. "Alright. Thank you..." He squinted at the tag the man wore on his work polo. "Christophe?"
"Just call him Mole." Craig then grabbed one of the wrapped hard-candies from the glass bowl on the counter, favoring the red cherry flavor out of the assortment. "It's what everyone calls him."
