Karl sighed and released Nick. "Fine," He muttered
"Hmm...Waterpark? Another manhunt? A group stream on a random game?" Clay started suggesting random ideas that popped into his head, forgetting most of them nearly instantly.
"I'll cuddle with you, I just don't wanna be tickled," Nick explained, frowning a bit.
"Nothing with streaming," George muttered. The thought of needing to upkeep a good attitude for thousands of people made him tired. "Is there like, an arcade? Small fair? Amusement park nearby? If not, we could even have like- a mini-road trip?" George hated himself for saying this, but in the back of his mind he knew that he needed to get out of his room.
"Fine, if you hate the floor so much-" Karl wrapped his arms around Nick and picked him up. He carried his boyfriend over to the counter and set him down.
Clay searched through his own drawers and found a pair of jean shorts and a comfortable grey tee shirt. He opened his phone to a couple of missed messages from Tubbo asking how George was. He responded with 'Not great, but hopefully getting better'
