#kyle-rp

[cthulhubcy-blog]

"Kenny, I may be your Friend, but I don't trust you.''

“…How could you NOT trust this face~?” [He grins, sharp teeth stained with old blood. The vampire hums, closing his lips in front of his teeth.] 

[nbdyshome]

Continued with @kyle-rp from here

The world was crumbling around him. His heart thudded traitorously against his ribs, even while his best friend’s was beginning to falter. Determined not to let him go, he pressed his hands firmly to the entry wound trying to staunch the bleeding, even as the blood stained his shaking fingers. No! Kyle wasn’t going to die! Kyle couldn’t die! He just couldn't! Stan didn’t know what he would do without him!

“Shut up dude. You’re being overdramatic!” He asserted, trying to sound like it wasn’t a big deal. The effect was lost as his voice was trembling and weak. “You’re not going anywhere, okay? We’re gonna get through this! Come on. Talk to me! Talk to me about stuff. Like... like remember when we were kids? How we always had each other’s backs. Remember when we built that clubhouse in the tree in my backyard? Dude, we were inseparable. We still are.”

[cthulhubcy-blog]

"Kenny, if I told you that, well, I can't die because of some parrarell universe stuff, would you believe me?"

“...You tryna steal my bit or are you trying to piss me off?” 

[cthulhubcy-blog]

"...Wow"

Singing, Kenny was really throwing it all in and cleaning up his room. He hears Kyle in the doorway, his face reddening. He pauses the song and looks down at the floor, picking up a dirty sock. 

“So. How much did you hear?”