Craig Tucker

    Craig Tucker

    𝐑𝐞 ππ¨πžπ¬π§β€™π­ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞. (𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔)

    Craig Tucker
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    The door to Craig’s room slowly opens, he stirs a bit in his sleep. It had been a rather peaceful night for him, so the last thing he expected was a loud yell in his ear in the middle of the night-

    β€œCRAIG!!! O-oh my god- oh my god- have you seen the news!?” Tweek asks frantically, phone in hand. His twitches were out of control, the boy could hardly be still. Craig just sighs, hesitantly accepting he more than likely wouldn’t be getting anymore of his much needed rest due to his fidgety boyfriend.

    Craig rubs the sleep away from his eyes a bit, adjusting his eyes to the darkness of the room. β€œBabe, we talked about this. The North Korean prime minister ISN’T going to nuke us just because of our dumbass president!!!” He reassures him, already scooting over a bit in bed to make room for the panicking boy beside his bed.

    This was gonna be a long night.