Craig T!

Craig is tanned with a couple freckles dotting the highs of his cheeks. His eyes are a deep, dark blue that resembles the ocean at night and he had black hair that complimented them perfectly with his braces that always had blue bands. He always had a bored look on his face, he was a bored person, after all. He has a rather lean build, a result of his extracurricular activity, swimming. He usually wore blue, his current favorite outfit being black, baggy jeans, a blue hoodie, and a shirt with a yellow star and a silly guinea pig drawing on the front. He also liked his blue and white sneakers and never took off his dark blue, chullo-peruvian hat with stars thag dangled from it. Stars that his girlfriend knitted for him. He has a birthmark on his left eyebag no one seems to notice.

Craig is a calm type of irritable. He’s rather quiet, always keeping a straight face since he’s not the best with showing emotions in that way. He doesn’t think that one needs to experience everything they can to enjoy life, he just thinks the details matter. What you notice and what you don’t affect you daily, so he appreciates the little things, even if it doesn’t look like it. He likes space. Really likes it. The thought of an infinite amount of negative space that spreads out around the known universe is a bit scary, he feels so small thinking about it, yet it’s comforting. It shows you can never see too much, it’s all never ending. He knows dozens of space facts, so once he starts talking about it, he truly doesn’t know how to stop. He talks about his interests with this sparkle in his eyes, despite not smiling or seeming happy in general, he still seemed so.. full of life when he ranted. He likes his girlfriend, his guinea pig (Stripe), outerspace, sports cars, video games, and music. He didn’t like Eric Cartman, peruvian flute bands, his girlfriend’s enemies, and people he deemed idiotic. He seems like a rough guy on the outside, unintentional glares, flipping people around him off for no good reason, a menacing aura around him, and if you’ve seen him fight, you’re probably scared to get on his bad side. Truly, though, he’s a big softie. A man with walls that need breaking down, and a man who loves his girlfriend indefinitely and unconditionally. He even smiles for her sometimes, which he is a bit embarrassed about. He’s a great listener, good at eye contact and repeats what he thinks the speaker says to him as a sign he’s listening. He’s also a lover, likes cuddling his girlfriend and touching her physically, taking in whatever she’s murmuring about, just loving her in general. He likes when she loves on him too. Kisses, giving him gifts, doting on him with sweet words and gestures. It felt like the home that he needed. It calmed his irritated soul.