Oct 29, 2015
Do you have a Skype? I want to interact with you, but can't over Tumblr!
(Oh yeah, I have a skype. It’s millicent-sylph username should be Tiny-chan)
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Do you have a Skype? I want to interact with you, but can't over Tumblr!
(Oh yeah, I have a skype. It’s millicent-sylph username should be Tiny-chan)
Hey, Kyle. I have a question.
No.
(╯°□°)╯((plz dont kill me for sending this senpai))
((kills u out of love))
He knew he’d regret coming here. It was already late, around 2AM, yet the crowd around was still wild than ever. Token’s parties were always successful and everyone would end up getting drunk,well, maybe not everyone. The redhead haven’t even reached any closer to the alcoholic drinks. The loud music only gave him headaches and he wanted to get out as soon as possible, but Bebe caught him in the middle and started flirting with him, pressing her body closer to his, “Don’t go honey, we can have a wonderful time together, you really should put that nice ass in some use.” She giggled and Kyle just felt disgusted instead, he couldn’t blame her since she was so drunk, but he also disliked a confident and flirtatious, “I’m sorry Bebe– I really have to g–” “Why would you leave when we can have some fun togheter? Please Kyle, just the two of us.” She clinged to the redhead and began playing with one of his curls, which made him uncomfiortable, regardless to the person, he disliked whenever people touched it. Before he could realize what’s about to happen, Bebe fell on the floor from a sudden punch, not getting up because of her drunken condition. The redhead stared at the guilty person, and for his surprise, it was the largeboy himself, “What the hell what that for? Look what have you done–” He panicked, well tbh it didn’t matter much, half of the party was already laying on the floor anyway. , “Argh, whatever. Let’s just get out of here before someone sees her.” He went to the backdoor and the cold fresh air finally filled his lungs. He felt more relaxed yet he glared at the other, wondering about his sudden punch toward Bebe.
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By the way, ENY is fucking amazing. Thanks for existing!
Wah, thank you for saying so! I’m glad you’ve been enjoying it!
"It's... Just a scratch." (From Eric to whoever)
SEND ME “IT’S… JUST A SCRATCH” FOR MY CHARACTER TO TEND TO A WOUND ON YOUR CHARACTER.
Stanley looks worriedly down at the bleeding gash on Eric’s arm, shaking his head. “That’s not just a scratch. Sit on the couch, I’ll be right back.” He gestured to the couch on the back porch, vanishing inside.
Stanley came back with a first aid kit, sitting down next to the kid. Stanley rolled up Eric’s sleeve further, so he could get to the wound. Stanley opened it and took out some gauze, medical tape, and peroxide to disinfect the wound. The peroxide burned like alcohol would on the gash, wrapping it in gauze and sealing it with medical tape. “How’d you get these scratches, kid?”
Kyle was exhausted, and cold. God damn, today had been bad. He approached the Cartman residence, legs soaked from the snow that he'd fallen in earlier, lip bloody. He'd been in a fight. He hoped Stan and Kenny had came like they had said they were going to. They had always made plans for Friday nights. Cartman's house was where they were going this week. Kyle banged on the door impatiently. "Open up, asswipe!" He shouted with narrowed eyes. Kyle had a bad day, so he wouldn't be pleasant.
Cartman was chilling on his couch and watching TV when there was a loud knocking at the door. When he heard the voice he decided to take a second to take another sip from the cola can in his hands before he stood up slowly."Geez, chill out.", Cartman greeted the Jew and his eyebrows rose as he took a closer look at him. "Guess you need a beer now?", he asked and let Kyle in before going to the kitchen and returning with one without waiting for an answer. Kyle looked really bad.
Hey Kahl! Kyel! Kahyle!
-Continues with his business ignoring the other because his real name isn’t called.-