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Tweek was sitting at his desk, building his legos to the best of his abilities while his hands shook an intense amount. He was about to reach over to grab his coffee in hopes to soothe him but instead was interrupted by an alarmingly loud ringtone. He jumped, a loud yelp escaping his lips, but he knew no one would come into his room to check if he was okay, that’s just how he was.
He picked it up with his shaky hands and looked at the contact name, his tense shoulders relaxing when he saw Craigs name displayed on the screen and his contact picture being stripe right above it. He took a deep breath before answering the phone, clearing his throat and then putting it up to his ear.
“Craig… why can’t you just text me?” He whined, fidgeting with a button on his shirt. “Oh, is this a bad time?” Craig asked and Tweek shook his head rapidly but then remembered that Craig wasn’t able to see him do so. “No! Just—phone calls mgh—make me nervous!” Tweek admitted, a little shamefully. He knew it was lame, a lot of things made Tweek nervous, making him not be able to do a lot of things he wish he could.
“Oh.” Was all Craig said and it made Tweek begin to bite on his nail in anxiousness. Craig thought he was super lame now and the next words he’s going to hear is 'I want to break up' and then he will never be able to see Stripe again because if he does, Craig will file a restraining order and then he’ll go to jail because they literally go to the same school and then he’ll never be able to go to collage or get a job and he’ll die at a young age because he wasn’t able to pay for his medications.
Tweeks thoughts were cut short when he heard Craigs voice over the phone once again.
“Well, I just wanted to hear your voice.” He spoke. Tweeks heart skipped a beat and he clutched dramatically onto his chest, digging his nails into his skin through his shirt. “You—You like hearing my voice!?” He asked, a little boldly because Craig had never said that he enjoyed hearing his voice specifically but that he wanted to hear it instead. That had to mean that he liked his voice though, right?
“Uh, yeah. I guess I do.” With that, Tweek can die happy. The blond has always hated his voice for as long as he could hear it. He hated the way it sounded so raspy and the way it sounded like he was clenching his teeth together and speaking through it. But Craig thinking otherwise? It was just too much for Tweek to handle.
So, he hung up.