It wasn't every day that Craig Tucker found himself pinned against a wall. However, he hadn't expected to find himself trekking through Peru, either. But this time it was serious. Craig Tucker was missing Red Racer.
This made Craig Tucker a very angry boy.
Now, Craig Tucker was not very fond of the color orange at this point.
"Get off of me, Kenny." Craig's nasally voice triggered a being inside of Kenny. His inner whore raged.
"But Craig, that isn't very much fun for either of us!" Kenny's white features crafted into an artful smile. His hand trailed up Craig's torso, which caused him to pull away in haste and annoyance.
"Kenny, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to seduce me," Craig snapped, his calm voice starting to rise.
"Are you seducible?" Kenny asked, his voice light. There was a beat, much like how Craig usually started his sentances.
"No."
"What else can you do with your middle finger, Craig?" Craig's head snapped up as he met his eyes to Kenny's baby blues.
"What else can you do with your mouth?" Kenny's gorgeous features twitched devilishly, before Craig cut him off again.
"That's right—I don't care." Craig's caustic remark cut Kenny slightly, and Craig ducked underneath Kenny's orange-coated arm. Without looking back, he proceeded down the road in the direction of his house.
Feeling the remark sink into him, Kenny cupped his chin thoughtfully with a gloved hand. Feeling a smile touch his lips, he threw back his head and laughed.
