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There’s a girl at her desk! A girl with an all too familiar face but everything else about her was unfamiliar, from her short and natural brown hair. To the dorky glasses, and her style of dress. She stares at her rooted in place near the door until someone shoves past her to get to their seat. There were so many questions, but the one that needed an immediate answer was: Just who was that girl?
immortalxmortal:
Karen’s embrace was exactly what he needed. It was warm, it was comfort, and if any of her friends were to see and laugh, Kenny would kick their ass right then and there. He needed his sisters comfort from time to time, and this was one of them.
He had tried forever to be the brave older brother. He thinks he did pretty well in that role, telling Karen stories when the fights got loud, or that everything will be okay when they got taken through foster care. He thinks of all the little white lies of being okay when he’d suddenly find his paycheck going towards something completely unexpected–like some new debt their parents got into. Or how he would work extra hard so she can contribute those five dollars for classes parties her goth side thinks is lame.(Or how he goes out of his way into stores like Hot Topic just to find the right goth bow for her hair.)
But he didn’t feel so brave now. He felt vulnerable, open. He felt scared about the unexpected. Sure it was easy to stay here and just continue on, but to leave the only place he knows? Even if he wants it, can he? Is there a way out when society assumes you’ll stay?
“Yeah, it is,” he replies. He sits up from the hug she gave, going to stick his fingers into her dark locks, hands weaving her hair into a braid with his nerves. He remembers learning this skill for her when she was a lot younger. How he spent hours practicing on that princess wig of his so he could do it for her. “It’s natural to be scared. It’s different.”
He jumbles his fingers into a weaving shape, trying to fix it into some braid that is probably too conformist now. But it keeps him occupied. It keeps the thoughts away, the thoughts of how all the other theater wannabes had years of camps and coaches. All the things money could buy, and he just had his raw talent which might not even be good.
He can’t even remember her knowing that.“You–you remember that?” He asks, because it feels like it was before her time. He can hardly remember that.“But I was a little kid. Now–all those kids would have what i-we- don’t. We could never afford that fancy training or social camps. All I have is my raw talent and what if that’s not enough?” He wonders. Because in the end, he’d rather spend his money on Karen’s needs than his own.
He he ties off one braid with some bright hair tie he found on the floor, one that doesn’t at all for her new personality. He then sticks his hands into her hair again, making his fingers weave as he tries to take his mind off things.
“You think?” He already knows his father won’t care so much. His mother might care, but he doesn’t care much to get her opinion. And he already got Karen’s blessing..and that’s all that matters.“You really think I’m actually good? I want to make it for my talent,” he confesses to her. She, unlike anyone else he knows will get this.“Not because I’m poor. I really want to do this, Kare. I really think so. I really think this could be my thing.” He doesn’t need to mention his sexual reputation to her. Even if he doesn’t want her to, he’s pretty sure she knows it.
“And I already know how to starve,” he jokes.“Now there’s just the art part.”
「𝔎𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫」 — That got a soft smile on her face, it was funny, but it shouldn’t be. That was just the way things were in their home. What had made their dad the way he was. Why was their mom willing to accept this kind of life. For a moment she wondered if ever in their lives they had wanted more. Seeing them now she couldn’t imagine.
— “Yeah, Kenny. I know you can, that’s why I said you have to go. If you don’t try then you can’t show everyone what you can do.”
— She had a strong belief in him yet she understood where his fears came from. She lifts a hand up to fiddle with her recently braided hair and despite any misgivings, she might have towards the style, she allows the braid to remain. It might make her look like a conformist but it was just the two of them now. It’s what prompts her to reveal her own fears, after all, it was okay to have such feelings. “I do remember, I remember because you weren’t around anymore. And I sorely missed you then.”
— “What I want to say is, I’m afraid too.” It was the one thing she didn’t want to admit in case he decided to change his mind but if she didn’t say it, him as her older brother would eventually figure it out. She pulled away to look at him directly.
— Aside from that time he left the country with their mom, Kenny had been a constant presence in her life. Someone who always reassured her. He always found a way to make her feel wanted and content. She wasn’t sure how she would able to deal with life when he left to pursue his education but she would not hinder him. Again, one of them had to succeed and if anyone deserved as much it was Kenny.
— “But Kenny, this is still something you have to do for yourself. Even if we’re apart, it won’t be forever. You did say I could go with you. Maybe, well, there’s always a chance for that. I’m sure no one would mind.” Although it could be difficult. It was easier to say as much but she knew that perhaps his budget wouldn’t allow it but maybe once she was old enough to start working, then she could go live with him. Just a few more years. Or she could try getting babysitting jobs.
deadtastic:
Today just seemed like a find day to get a hair cut. His hair has been grown out, mostly because he didn’t have time to worry about his luscious locks. Karen would figure out something to chop it all off.
“Karen, wanna play with my hair?” / @gcffling
「𝔎𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫」 — “Don’t you think I’m getting too old for that?”
— Or that her hacking abilities left him with an uneven haircut. Still, it’s not like they could usually afford to go to a stylist. Mom cut her hair, and then Karen cut Kenny’s and Kevin’s. They had let her because she thought it was fun. It hadn’t lost its entertainment value but was it okay? She worried that maybe other people didn’t exactly appreciate what she did.
— “Okay. I’ll see what I can do.”
"I guess, I'm, you know... sorry I called you lame."
“Karen, don’t worry about. I can be a little lame something but so can Kenny.” Butters shakes his head with a small chuckle. Karen is being a normal teenager, plus she is Kenny’s little sister so there is no way he can be upset with her.
“But you know who the lamest person is? Cartman.”
「𝔎𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫」 — “What you’re saying is that we’re all a little lame?” He almost got a smile out of her, there was a hint of the expression on her face that revealed her more innocent nature. It didn’t help that she had cupped her mouth with her hand as if she was sharing a secret that only he was supposed to hear.
— At his question, she shakes his head. Although he provides her the answer quickly. There’s a tilt of her head. “I can see that.”
{ TEXT: Kare Bear } aaaayyyy kare bear. let's stuff our face holes with food and watch a movie
[ ᴋᴇɴɴʏ ♥ | sᴇɴᴛ 𝟺:𝟶𝟹 ᴘᴍ ] I can't. I'm busy. [ ᴋᴇɴɴʏ ♥ | sᴇɴᴛ 𝟺:𝟶𝟺 ᴘᴍ ] I have to sit at the park[ ᴋᴇɴɴʏ ♥ | sᴇɴᴛ 𝟺:𝟶𝟺 ᴘᴍ ] Until
immortalxmortal:
He knew something was bothering her, and when she finally spit it out, his heart sunk a little. She was worried about him. About him getting teased because of her.
“Kare, I don’t care what people say about my nails.” Truth was, he didn’t. Karen painted them, and that meant more than enough than any joke from his peers, or even his friends.“Besides, nail polish doesn’t have a gender. Boys can have colourful nails, too. Why do you girls get to have all the fun?” He asks her, although his smile isn’t as big as it normally is.
“People are always going to say things about me. If it’s my painted nails, or my haircut, or my clothes, or just being poor. People are always going to have things to say about me. And sometimes those things aren’t very nice. And sometimes they can be true,” he thinks of some rumors he doesn’t want his sister to know.“But I can’t focus on those people and all the mean things they say.” He looks at the lines she painted on his nails and then back at her.
“But if you want to do different things, we can.” He knew it was coming. He knew she was growing up. That the days of taking her to kiddie places and innocent places is changing. However, when she suggests things he likes, his heart flips and he tried to think of more innocent things he likes. Things that don’t scream sex, or things he doesn’t want her to know. (He doesn’t even want her to know about that kinky anime shit either.)“Well, what do you suggest? I thought manicures were very grown up. At least, that’s what all the real house wives do,” he teases her.
「𝔎𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫」 — That was a great difference between them. Despite what she said, or how she acted, what people said about her did leave an effect. It wasn’t just about their economic status. Sometimes, she didn’t feel very pretty and from what Kenny said she felt people must have commented on him too. She probably hadn’t helped in all this time by playing makeovers with him. He had been far too generous.
— He still was. Yes, there were some truths in what people said but it still hurt.
— “You really think this is grown up.” She can’t help the skepticism. This was something they had always done, so it didn’t feel particularly mature when she still treated it a bit like a game. “Kenny, you said sometimes people say things that aren’t very nice but that sometimes they are true. That means...” She looks away as she screws the cap shut on the nail polish bottle. “People can also sometimes say very nice things that aren’t true.”
— “What do you and your friends do?”
deadtastic:
/OPEN/ - “Baby, you’re the highlight to my low life,” he sang a cover to Poppy’s song Lowlife. “Take a shitty day and makes it alright.” He plays a few more cords on his guitar before he stops singing.
“What songs do you like? Maybe I’ll know it.”
「𝔎𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫」 — The girl thinks for a moment, she seems to be considering not what song her older brother should play next but something else entirely. Finally, she looks up at Kenny. “Shouldn’t you be playing for your boyfriend?”
birdieflip:
KICKS THE DOOR OPEN
“ I need answers!!”
「𝔎𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫」 — The door had barely been hanging by its hinges and now it laid at her feet. She looks up at Craig then at the door.
— “Are you going to fix that?”
birdieflip:
“If you kill a man and he comes back, would it still be murder?”
「𝔎𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫」 — “What...?” The best thing to do is to close the door in his face.
immortalxmortal:
He never has, nor will he ever, feel like he has to guilt Karen. He knows she should be free to make her own (smart) decisions. And the decision to stay here while he goes off…it’s troubling to him. He doesn’t know if it’s because he’s scared of leaving himself, or because life without Karen seems…shitty. He’s been so used to looking after her since he can remember, that the one day life of not having to think about her needs is jarring.
“When I turn 18 I could file for custody and take you with me,” he offers. He wants her to have a chance too, and he wants to make sure she gets one. As much as he feels like his mother is a good person (most of the time), he doesn’t want Karen on the same path. He wants her out in the world, doing something. Plus, Karen was as much a security blanket as his parka was, or that old teddy bear he had as a child.
He has to admit, he wasn’t expecting her to hug him. Ever since she met the goths, things she used to do frequently became more rare. It hurt his heart to see her go from a little girl who played with dolls and and poofy dresses, to a girl who was willing to accept darkness and dreary.
But he welcomed that hug; he needed that hug. Karen’s affection had always been contagious. He had loved her hugs since she was old enough to give them. It was one of the things he missed most about her newfound lifestyle.
The warm of her hug brought a sting of tears to his eyes, but he wouldn’t let her know. No, he didn’t want her to feel guilt over a lifestyle choice she made. It wasn’t his place to tell her to stop, not unless it got bad.
“Do you think I can do it?” He asks, honestly. The worry of his future career idea.“Theater. Sing. Art. Those things?” He wonders if it’s all in his head and he’ll revert to his five year old self and hide away again. Or will he actually succeed.“I know dad thinks it’ll be crap. He’s already getting mad because I’m getting ‘too good’ with my 'high education.’” Kenny offers a smile to his little sister.
He knows he should spend more time with her, but he also knows that he needs to do things for her. That she doesn’t seem to get that what she may think as a luxury isn’t even one. He wants to her be able to walk into a Walmart and be able to buy whatever she needs regardless of brand or those stupid stickers indicating that it could be bought with food stamps. That food items like fresh milk aren’t considered luxuries, and that sometimes quality is better than the cheap stuff.
He is terrified of confessing this to her. But he knows she won’t laugh. And if she does, well, maybe it wouldn’t sting too bad.
“I’m scared, Kare Bear,” he confesses.“To leave.”
「𝔎𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫」 — The girl kept a good hold on Kenny, she didn’t end the embrace quickly. He needed this. Kenny needed her, and as much as this could be considered lame among her current circle of ‘friends’ for once it didn’t matter. They were all a bunch of conformist anyway if she had to follow some set of guidelines to fit in with them. She would find her own way after all.
— Holding her brother made it easier to conceal her surprise over the sudden revelation. He was scared? Her brother always seemed to know what he was doing, he would face things head-on. There was this kind of confidence in him that she felt she could never gain but to hear him say that, then what hope did she have? He was scared then... Maybe she had let her adoration for him cloud her perspective. Perhaps he had put on act for her through all these years.
— “Isn’t it okay to be scared sometimes?” This was a big change he was planning. It wasn’t just about leaving but his whole future depended upon his success. It was a complete unknown. Karen knew enough about their dad. He wouldn’t support this. Their mom, on the other hand, could go either way.
— “I think you can do it. I remember how you and mom once left, planning to go to Europe so you could improve your singing. And you did that, you were just a kid then, so I know that now you can accomplish even greater things.”
— She wanted to give him support, and she did believe in him. She wasn’t just saying this to make him feel better. Karen truly believed that Kenny could accomplish just about anything. Despite all the years living in a place that had once been their dad’s childhood clubhouse and everything their dad said about their situation, making it sound inescapable, Karen felt that if anyone could rise above all this that it would be Kenny.
— it was about his future. It was something unknown and she knew her brother wouldn’t be getting much support from their dad, their mom could go either way. “I think you can do it, I remember when you and mom left to go to Europe so you could become a better singer...”
HENRIETTA STOP RUINING HER.
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Shoulders shrugged somewhat dramatically down at the girl. A smile he couldn’t help had taken place at the clear shift from how she wanted to behave to how she should if she so wished to follow a certain path- one he himself looked to be down.
"Dunno,“ he said, skeptically though honestly. "I just heard what you said and figured I should tell you to make sure you’re covered before you do anything drastic, I mean would you want to drop out just to look like you’re uneducated and have nothing to fall back on?”
「𝔎𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫」 — "You know listening in on people is lame...”
— The girl felt that informing him as much was her top priority, besides, she had yet to make up her mind about school. If she left then she wouldn’t be present in her class to remind all those conformist about the presence of goth. She had no choice, she had to continue going to school. At least it beat being at home with her parents.
ashxfallen replied to your photo
I agree, this is adorable omg
thank you so much! :)))
@immortalxmortal from here.
In all fairness, most brothers would see this as a punishment. But not Kenny. As long as they’ve been doing this, he enjoyed it. He loved letting Karen paint his nails and dress him up. He loved seeing her creativity come out. He didn’t care if that meant he was rocking pink or blue or neon colored nails.
He held out his hand where his nails were ragged as he didn’t take care of them quite like his sister did.
“We are,” he replies back. He can tell something is off, that she wants something. “What is it?” He asks, brow raised.
「𝔎𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫」 — She chews on her bottom lip nervously considering how to phrase her question. Her gaze lifts up and away from his hand. She meets his all too familiar eyes, that weren’t like her own. “Kenny, it’s just that you’re a boy and sometimes I wonder if people are ever mean to you because I painted your nails.”
— Her concern is obvious. Despite Kenny never complaining once about how they spent their time together, she had begun to worry about how this affected him socially. The kids at school could be mean, sometimes even her brother’s friends sounded mean.
— "I’m getting older too. We don’t always have to do things I like. We could do things you like too.”
birdieflip replied to your photo
ur getting so hecking good at art
thanks friend ♥ !
