#k2 rp

[oftextbooksandcoffee]

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It takes a bit for Kyle to even find that costume from years ago (he had to search fairly deep in his closet), and even when he does find it, well--

“You didn’t expect a costume I made when I was ten to still fit me now, right? I ain’t ripping it just to get my arms through. So this is fine, right?”

[depresso-expresso-pesto]

Oh man I got more ships

Uuuh, I stared shipping kyle with stan, kenny, Craig, Token, and jimmy now OOF

so yuh, I’m lookin for those ships if anyone wants to rp ;0 I roleplay as kyle

Looking for someone with preferably a couple years of writing experience, but it won’t matter to me as long as you have long replies

If you’d like to write with me, my discord is

Tony Bagels#2145

[cchilyoja]

“I think you’ve confused me...”

“For someone else!”

[oftextbooksandcoffee]

and i’d do it all over again

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The crunching gravel beneath rubber tires announces his arrival as he pulls up by Kenny’s house, careful to dodge the various road hazards on the way (the pot holes here were the worst). He doesn’t bother to shut off the engine, leaving it running as he set the gear into park, anticipating the blonde’s appearance fairly soon since he’d given him his ETA. A full twenty seconds pass, the silence only broken by the quiet shit talk of radio hosts, before Kyle huffs in impatience and shoots off a text. 

[Hey, I’m outside.]

He mindlessly taps at his arm rest as he waits, gaze drifting as he keeps vigil over the family car. He’d always been somewhat nervous driving on this side of the railway tracks; it wasn’t uncommon to find drunks or meth heads loitering about and Kyle would rather that they keep their distance.

[oftextbooksandcoffee]

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Kyle’s speech cuts off abruptly once he feels a new weight on his shoulder. Wait, is Mysterion...? He finds himself holding his breath, muscles tense as he strains to hear any telltale sign: in the sudden silence, Kyle finds it in the form of soft, even breaths coming from the male beside him  Once that revelation settles in, he is just able to restrain a surprised little laugh. It’s both humbling and flattering that the great and formidable vigilante would drop his guard to this extent around him. He can’t tell from this angle, only being able to see the top of a dark purple hood, but if Mysterion had succumbed to sleep (however briefly) in the middle of a mission like this, then he really must be tired. 

Now, the question is: what to do? It’s obvious to Kyle that Mysterion wouldn’t willingly have let this happen; he is all strict business and professionalism to a fault, treats his vigilante work seriously. He wouldn’t just fall asleep on Kyle while the redhead had been trying to help him. 

He’s exhausted. That much is apparent. Kyle doesn’t dare move, doesn’t even murmur his name--he suspects that the vigilante is a light sleeper and he didn’t want to wake him, not quite yet. He’ll give him his moment of stolen reprieve for just a little longer. 

(Kyle wishes he could run his fingers through his hair, wishes he could just tuck them both in blankets, wishes he could take that mask off for him.)

He doesn’t know how long he let him sleep for, but if he were honest, it wasn’t purely for altruistic reasons. (He’s a selfish person, after all.) With great reluctance, Kyle eventually tilts his head so it taps gently against the other’s and murmurs quietly, “Mysterion.”

[oftextbooksandcoffee]

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The blonde’s reply is both irritating and relieving at the same time. On one hand, Kenny’s self-assurance kind of makes him want to punch him; on the other, Kyle is glad that he hadn’t been paying those girls any attention (in his opinion, they were as subtle as a car crash; their fucking giggling was both grating to his ears and a dead giveaway, and the way they made eyes at Kenny? It frayed at his nerves). 

Confused at his own reaction but not willing to dwell on it, Kyle settles on half-heartedly shoving at Kenny’s shoulder. “I wish we all had your confidence,” he says, sarcasm dripping from his tone. Yeah, maybe that was why he felt agitated--Kenny always got attention like that. Of course it’d be a little irritating from time to time. 

[itskimjeha]

“I can’t say that I AGREE with you.”