"Tweek, I can't even see your face. Tilt your screen." Craig grumbled, exasperated as he stared at the box that he had pulled up on his computer screen, showing him Tweek's chest.
"How do I tilt my screen?" he heard the words and glanced down at the bottom right of his screen, thinking maybe, just maybe, he had forgotten to turn the volume up.
No, the volume was up, and when he hoovered his mouse over it, he saw that it was up to one hundred. So that meant he hadn't misunderstood him either. "Tilt the fucking screen, Tweek. The goddamn camera is at the top of your fucking screen and if you push the damn screen back I'll actually be able to see you." he ground the words out in an increasingly annoyed tone, moving his hand up under his chullo hat.
After what felt like forever with tons of partial words filtering through the speakers and the occasional thump and shuffle, Tweek's face finally came into view and it wasn't hard to tell that he had simply ducked down when the task had become to difficult.
"Can you see me now?" his words came through first, followed shortly by his mouth moving and Craig held back the sudden urge to throw his computer at the wall and be done with all of it.
Instead, he smiled, more of a grimace of pain than a friendly quirk of lips, and rolled his shoulders, dropping his hand to the desk, "Yeah, I can see you now."
Webcaming with Tweek was not going to work out well, he could already tell.