Open RP (Test Subject!Kyle)
Kyle listened with a mixture of horror and fascination as Kenny relayed the turmoil that Stan had faced after the ginger disappeared. He had no idea how badly the ravenette had suffered because of him being gone, and he felt horrible because of it.
“Holy shit,” he mumbled, shaking his head as his eyes remained fixed on Kenny. He really wasn’t sure how to properly react to this; he wanted to wake Stan up and apologize to him.
To apologize for disappearing and making his best friend’s life a living hell, where nobody even believed what he was saying and wrote him off as crazy.
“I…fuck, I had no idea…”
He turned his head towards Stan, still passed out on the couch. The ginger’s expression was one of guilt.
Kenny shrugged and mumbled. “Not your fault, dude.” Or was it? With what Kyle had said earlier... There was really no way for Kenny to tell... He certainly didn’t remember seeing Kyle before. Memories were really strange for Kenny that was sure. The blond pulled at his sleeping bag and rolled it out on the floor.
Then he froze for a moment as Stan snored on the couch. Kenny looked up at Kyle. “I never told you this. Got it? Not a word.Stan get pissed if you bring it up. It makes him sick like a dog when he tries to think about it. So don’t squeal to anyone. Or I’ll tell everybody that you eat literal shit for breakfast.”
