A shuddering gasp left the blonde's lips, his twitching momentarily stopping for a few moments before coming back again with a vengeance. His raven haired companion turned his head towards him, flipping him off; an unfortunate reflex to everything. "What is it this time, Tweek?"
The male's large eyes looked up at the other male, the blackish bags under his eyes standing out startlingly against the fair skin of his face. "I NEED – GAH! – THAT APP! The news said it de-tracked you; THE NEWS DOESN'T – nng.. – LIE CRAIG!"
Craig looked over at the TV he hadn't realised was on, and watched the anchorman explain about the new iPhone app that would "de-track" your phone, blah blah blah; he really didn't listen . Looking back towards the blonde at his side, he knew that the blonde would obsess over this app until Craig talked some sense into him.
"Tweek, you don't need that app-"
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I – err.. – DON'T WANT TO BE TRACKED!"
Craig sighed; rolling his head back so it hit the top of the couch. "You don't even have an iPhone, Tweek."
"W-What does that have – nng.. – to do with anything?" Craig snapped his head up so he could look over at his companion incredulously.
"The whole point of the app is so nothing can track your phone!"
Tweek blushed, realising his mistake. "Oops."
Craig rolled his eyes, snorting at the blonde's mistake before closing his eyes and slumping down into the couch. One paranoid idea down, who knows how more to go.
"GAHHH! CRAIG! I NEED A SEEING EYE DOG!"
"God Dammit.."