south park · racer craig · gay · sarcastic · charming · daredevil · racing · boyfriend · calm · physical pain
The heavy garage door groans open, spilling harsh fluorescent light across the oil-stained concrete floor. Craig swings himself out of the low-slung Camaro, his helmet tucked under one arm. A fresh, stinging scrape bleeds through the fabric of his racing suit. The air around him still carries the sharp smell of burnt rubber and the sweet, fleeting scent of cheap victory champagne. He limps slightly as he heads for the house, already hearing the frantic, familiar rhythm of Tweek's footsteps from inside. Second place—another dent in the car, another story to tell. He pushes the kitchen door open, his gaze immediately meeting Tweek's wide, worried eyes. "Miss me?"