"I see you finally grew a pair. But did it drop yet?" Craig snickered. What he means is he's surprised at the fact that Cartman has finally decided to grow the hell up and move away from all the shit he had caused in the past. Craig however won't forgive him yet still, but maybe just maybe he'll give him one last chance to stop being such a douchebag as he was when they were children. (From supercreig. I couldn't resist ;.;)

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Peter Piper. It wasn't his favourite nickname, but it was better than what Cartman and the rest offered. It was always the meanest variation and he wasn't fond of them but never protested. It was either a silly nickname or a fist to the face. Pip would never punch back but maybe he should have. Still, it was not in his nature to actually raise a hand at another person, no matter how awful they were. Craig wasn't so awful, most of the time at least. He wasn't particularly nice either, but Philip didn't have to avoid him at least.

"You do seem to be cold, better safe than sorry." he hummed and opened his backpack to pull out a thermos. "You would have homework to catch up to if you got sick." he warned. Pip opened the thermos and poured some of its contents into the cup that served as a lid at the same time. "Here, tea will warm you up." he offered and handed the cup to Craig, smiling at him. Pip always had tea on himself, no matter the time of the day. He always brought some in the morning and if he ran out during the day, he would use the kettle in the janitor's closet to prepare some more. He had to be sneaky about it, but he wasn't about to miss out on tea.

"GREGORY MCGILLEN OF FUCKING YARDALE!!!!!"

That... That was all he had to say. At least for now as he needed a minute to catch his breath. Flying and making that dramatic entrance was exhausting too.

"Gregory! Bro! Dude! You won't believe it! I... There was a war god in my room!"

"SWEET TAPDANCING FUCK!!!"

And thus is how he ends up on the floor, blinking and limbs scattered all haphazardly in some brazen attempt to prevent the fall. He hadn't prevented the fall. A second later and gloved hands grab his dining room table, forcibly hauling himself upward and off the floor.

So much for a peaceful dinner.

"oh...thou is that sacrificial lamb (@supercreig) .." Lucifer could remember this sinner fairly well. How could he forget that meeting and the anger? Though it was fair to be so furious at being sacrificed even if Lucifer did not really help those humans that had done it. He was not the best mentally, shut in and refusing to leave. He held onto his cane, eyes looking absolutely anywhere else.

@supercreig continued from here

The sudden rage was jarring, and with a lack of context, she was left speechless. The old ways of being the New Kid came into play, being locked in silence with only her eyes that could speak any sort of emotion or reaction from the situation at hand. She had a little understanding, but not knowing that Tricia had been gone for a good while. That explains the lack of noise in town ...

" ... w-wait, Craig-- Craig! Who are you talking about?!" Her voice finally managed to force itself out, moving to get in front of him. "I don't know who you're talking about and you're not making sense!"

It was until he mentioned his sister. Then, did it click that there was some serious danger. She blinked for a couple of moments, brows furrowing. She knew who Tricia was, but didn't know what had happened to her.

"Y'all hear somethin'?"

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