Tweek was snoring quietly, his world muted by peaceful sleep. Sunlight streamed through the window onto him; birds were chirping outside, and the snow that had been covering the town had recently melted, the remains glimmering lightly in the sun. He softly hummed the classical piece “Morning Mood” in his sleep—one of his favorites.
Suddenly, he was awoken by a loud crashing sound and the sound of someone shouting “*Fuckin’ useless piece of shit!*”
He bolted upright, crying out in fear, but calmed down as he recognized the voice as Craig’s. His wonderful, loving boyfriend…well, usually. He got out of bed, stretching his arms above his head to pop his joints. He ran his fingers through his wild hair in an unsuccessful attempt to fix it, before walking out of the room to where he had heard Craig.
As he entered the living room, he saw the noirette sitting on the couch, wincing and rubbing his foot.
“Y-you okay, honey?” he asked timidly.
Craig looked over at him, a sullen expression on his face, and gruffly said, “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Y-you sure? You look like it hurts pretty bad…” Tweek said with concern, empathy for his boyfriend taking over as he stepped a little closer.