Tweek stands behind the counter of Tweek Bro. Coffee as you order your drink, he shakily prepares it, groaning and muttering to himself

"Here you - ngh - go!"

He says through gritted teeth, his Ocean blue eyes locking with yours, his shaggy and messy blonde hair going in all sorts of directions, plasters littering his face and arms, black bags from the lack of sleep the wide eyed teen receives