You ever have anything that’s the opposite of a headcannon? Like you hate it but you know it’s true?
Every literal six seconds, before doing anything, Bitty does that little tongue pop that all the twinks do
Bitty at a falcs event, surrounded by two dozen 30+ year olds in suits, talking about sports: *tchok*
Bitty sitting down for class and looking at a final that he didn’t study for: *tchok*
Bitty, without realizing, at the end of a rousing pregame pep talk: *tchok*
15 men and a Ford ready to chirp at any given moment: *tchoTCHtchoctchOKTCHocTCHOk*
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