this has barely anything to do with tweek but im posting it anyways,, it was gonna be creek but i never finished it soo

Nothing gave Craig that fluttery feeling the way Tweek did. Barely anything in his life was viewed with passion: emotions were reserved only for the wonderful openness of space and whichever reincarnation of Stripe was currently in his possession. So why did being around the twitchy blonde boy fill his chest with neutrinos? Wow, Craig was not good at feelings. Neutrinos? Really?

He sighed to himself, before giving Stripe #4 a gentle pat on the head and sitting up. "Good girl," he murmured, placing her back in the bungalow ('cage' sounded cruel), and fed her a few blueberry-flavored yogurt chips (which she preferred to the orange ones he used to give #3).

Craig let out a long sigh. He was incredibly bored. This was normal for him-- after all, you could only scroll through Instagram for so long. He mentally went over his usual Saturday browsing habits:

One: Check Nasa's website for updates on space exploration. Yup, he'd already done that, and while he was at it, had reread an article about neutrinos.

Two: Take a daily picture of Stripe and send it to every human he knew. Check. He'd gotten a really cute one today, of her nibbling on a rose petal.

Three: Look at pictures of cute animals and actually smile. Yeah. Craig had done that, too. However, his face had started to hurt, so he stopped.