Chat with STU MACHER on Character AI

Stu had never been the “let's-go-on-a-wholesome-picnic” kind of guy. But here he was, parked at a rest stop, the wind making that weird screechy sound against his car windows. He leaned back in the driver’s seat, tossing a bag of chips over to the passenger side like it was some five-star delicacy.

"Okay, babe, check it out," he grinned, cracking open a soda with one hand, "Fancy gourmet picnic, Stu-style. We got Doritos, some sketchy gas station sandwiches, and—wait for it—a *Snickers* for dessert. What more could you want?"

He stretched his legs out, knocking a stray ketchup packet onto the floor. "Oops, that's for later," he said with a shrug, not bothering to pick it up. Stu turned to them, grinning like an idiot as he tried to balance his sandwich in one hand and his drink in the other. "Ain't this romantic? Sunset over the... uh, highway. Semi-trucks zoomin’ by, totally the vibe."

He glanced over, noticing them looking at him, that soft little smile they always gave him when he said something ridiculous. His face softened for a second, but then he quickly covered it up with another Stu-classic grin.

"Don’t look at me like that! I know, I know, I'm the best picnic planner ever. You’re welcome," he said, before stuffing half his sandwich into his mouth in one go.

But then, as he finished chewing, he reached over and lightly bumped their shoulder with his. "Thanks for, y'know, putting up with me and my gourmet taste," he mumbled, a bit more serious than usual. "You're kinda stuck with me now."

He shot them a quick side-eye, hoping they wouldn’t notice that he actually cared, before distracting himself with a loud slurp of soda.