tweek is taller than craig

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tweek stood, red fingertips pressed against a warm mug, his sneakers buried in the deep snow. he waited patiently for the arrival of his noirette friend, staring down into the swirling dark depths of his coffee. he sighed and pulled the warm cup up to his face.
as the mug was pulled away, seemingly appearing out of thin air, was the black haired boy, craig tucker. tweek smiled, and craig gave him a hard stare back. the blonde didn't expect much of anything out of him, but the slight twitch of his gaze was enough to satisfy the protagonist for the day.
"hey." craig started, extending a gloved hand into the air. "hi." tweek responded, clapping his hand against the other's. it made a dull sound, the fabric separating the skin from contact lessened the impact of the noise. tweek appreciated that.
tweek didn't notice it immediately, but the noirette had narrowed his eyes, continuing his never ending stare. tweek had gotten used to this behaviour, but the narrowed eyes threw him off. he glanced at the other boy and said, "what's wrong?"
"you're taller than me." it came out as murmur, a quiet mumble; but tweek understood, and couldn't help but laugh. "i-i am?" he giggled. "yeah.." craig, despite the inner turmoil of the situation, couldn't help but smile as the blonde giddily laughed.
the bus came soon after that, and they dropped the conversation.

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