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“That name sounds ridiculous in person.” He scoffs, and tucks a strand of loose, greased hair back behind his ear. It proceeds to fall back in front of his face.
Better just leave it.
“The fact I have a reason to like you, Kyley, is better than not having one at all. I just about tolerate my…group.” A small pause cuts his speech; Stotch, Broflovski, McCormick – Marsh can’t bring himself to refer to them as ‘friends’. “You should feel honoured.”
“It sounds cute. Just like Martian.” Kyle stuck his tongue out playfully at Marsh, watching him carefully as he brushed a piece of hair back into place. He had to hide a smile, Marsh seemed unaware of how cute that was, and Kyle didn’t plan on telling him.
“My name is Kyle, use it, Marsh. For gods sake Kyley makes me sound like I’m a girl. Anyway, I couldn’t wield a knife if I wanted to-” he shuddered, thinking of what had happened the last time he had had access to a weapon, “so you must like me for some other reason.”
