▸   @nebula-drcams   ⟶   ❛  no, no, i’m just, uh, i don’t know, um, exploring. { Veneer @ Tweek }  ❜   ╱   (  evil , accepting .  )

Tweek raised one eyebrow as best he could, which wasn’t very, sending the other one up with it.  “Exploring?” he said.  He was defensive, brought on by paranoia-fueled suspicion, and he was trying to put on his barely convincing ‘tough guy’ act, hands curled into claws at his sides but trembling like a motherfucker.  He sidestepped but then realized he didn’t really want to walk in circles around the other—too cliché.

Living in a small town had spoiled Tweek a little bit.  It had done him a lot of harm, too, but he did have the luxury of knowing a bunch of people, not all, but most.  They were often familiar to him in face, if not in name.  Newcomers tended to set him off much more easily.

However, something wormed its way past his apprehension—empathy.  Veneer seemed to be in a similar enough state to Tweek, nervous, and there was certainly plenty around here for him to be scared of.  Tweek had the benefit of looking worthless; Veneer, a celebrity, did not.  Even if he changed his clothes, his general vibe would paint a target on him, perhaps attract the attention of someone even worse than Tweek.

“Agh!—you picked a fine place for it!” Tweek cried, throwing his hands up before tearing one through his hair.  It wasn’t Veneer’s fault.  You could spit and hit the other side of South Park, so of course, someone inexperienced would wander right into methhead territory.

“You could get shot or—hhn—worse!”  Tweek shoved one hand in his pocket and beckoned with the other one for Veneer to follow him.  “Well, c-come on…  Let’s get you—ahk—back to wh-where you need to be.”