Flipside
art by Myss-Nomer
inspired by the fic Flipside
written by Hollycomb
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"Oh — yes," Craig said meekly. He sat up on his knees and clutched at Clyde's shirt. "Really," he said, whispering. "Dear heart, I think —"
"No one's paying you to think," Tweek said, slapping Craig's ass again. "Bebe, get him out of here so we can talk like civilized people."
Kyle had to bite his lip hard to hold in a derisive laugh. Craig scrambled down off the throne, looking dejected, and he picked up his coat before presenting his neck to Token, who refastened the leash and passed it off to Bebe.
"Come on," Bebe said, leading Craig away. "You probably need a bath, anyway."
- excerpt from Flipside
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