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Mysterion startled some. Shit. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but there it was, and to make matters even worse one of the “enemy” had heard him say it. He grimaced, pointedly not looking at Super Craig as he awkwardly cleared his throat. Using his “gruff” voice for too long tended to strain his vocal chords. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it. Why are you even talking to me? We’re nemeses.”

He might have swiped a hat from one of the newcomers. Honestly, Spyro can’t really be bothered to remember details. He’s a little too easy pulling it onto his head and running about.

      Tweek opened the front door covered in a bit of batter, looking up to see Craig and quickly stepped back to let him in. He fiddled with his bandaged fingers, closing the door once he entered the living room. Walking just behind him, he scratched at the back of his head. It would be a good idea to tell him what was happening instead of leaving him in the dark like they were just going to hang out after calling him over.

      ❛ I was wondering if.. you wanted to help me with some baking while, AGH, you were here. I've been working on some cupcakes while I was.. kinda stressed out. You, GAH, don't have to do it WITH me if you don't want to, you can just test it out if you're uh.. NGH, most comfortable with that, or. Well, at all. ❜

      His head motioned towards the kitchen that had been messy since he was working on it, he had been stuck thinking about perfecting them for work that he hardly had the time to clean. Oh God, his parents were going to kill him if they came back to this and he hadn't gotten the recipe for them perfected. The thought caused Tweek to grab his hair.

eric: h-- gregory: *shoots him*  gregory, looking off into the camera: who would do this?

Oh my god...

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