@kidanew sent a “ 🌸 ” to put a flower in kenny’s hair .
it’s not often one is able to catch kenny with the hood of his clementine hued parka slung at the nape of his neck as apposed to concealing the majority of his visage ( and in turn , muffling the boy’s every sentiment ) , and yet , here they are . warm sun beaming upon his face , a light breeze ruffling unruly hair , and a friend sat beside him in companionable quiet .
it’s getting pretty late , he recognises dimly . not that his parents are inclined to give a shit about stuff like that , but douchebag’s are a different breed entirely ------ the way they often have to break out of their own home like a jailed prisoner isn’t lost on him ... though he’s never seen fit to remark on it despite his concerns . it’s not as if he can afford to pass much judgement . ( kenny mccormick ? afford something ? ha . ) his family life is just as dysfunctional douchebag’s at the best of times . perhaps this strain of fucked up solidarity is what makes him feel as though time spent in their company is the only time he’s not alone .
they stir beside him , and kenny tears his gaze from the setting sun to cast them a lazily curious look . he assumes they’re beginning to absentmindedly rip up the grass from the field they’ve settled in , or busying themselves with some other fidgety activity , only to tilt his head as he watches the new kid twist and pull at the stem of a slightly wilted , albeit admittedly pretty , flower growing wild mere inches from the two of them . without warning , the other boy(?) turns to face him , expression unreadable as ever , blinks ------ and reaches to nestle the flora amidst his untamed mop of blonde tresses .
“ ... dude . ” it’s almost startling to hear his voice project so clearly ; an impish , toothy grin cracks across the boy’s visage . “ pfffftt . can you leave shooting your shot for in character stuff ?? princess kenny would’ve been way more flattered than regular me , y’know . ”
a bright snicker ! he’s kidding , he’s kidding --- as evidenced by the way he nudges their side playfully , expression uncharacteristically softened with the kind of unwavering fondness that’s only ever elicited from kenny in the absence of their other friends . pausing in his earnest and appearing to deliberate for all of a moment , kenny peers around them , and within moments plucks a bloom of his own from the canvas of green underfoot triumphantly , and tucks it behind their ear .
“ there ! now we’re even . ” no wonder the guys give them shit . glancing skyward once more , kenny pushes himself to his feet reluctantly , and almost instinctively extends a hand to douchebag in a wordless offer to help them up . “ c’mon , buttlord . it’s almost curfew . d’you want me to walk you home , or what ? ”
