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[monmuses]

     All she’s hearing is both Stan and Kyle with a mix of Randy’s weirdly optimistic voice in the middle. She’s glancing over at the other New Kid, almost asking if she can tag along.

     “This is really fucking weird,” is all she signs in response.

[rufusdayglo]

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[theamazinglyrandy-blog]

@lightningjacket

Again, this man has found his way into his neighbors’ home. It was easy, not something someone his age should feel proud to find out. But as far as Randy was concerned it was cool, in fact, he had sort of become friends with the kid’s dad, even if Chris believed he had completely imagined him. 

There he stood at her door, but something seemed to be wrong. He watches her awake and draws her attention as he speaks up. “Bad dream kid?”

[theamazinglyrandy-archive]

@lightningjacket

“Can you believe it!?” He doesn’t wait to be offered a seat. In fact, he hadn’t waited to be invited in. The window had been left open and that meant he was welcome. It was cool cause this kid was his friend. Randy would sit across from her with a sigh. “That Tenorman kid wouldn’t give me a high five. What’s the world coming to?”

[ratdrag-blog]

@lightningjacket | Approached the poor kid!

    Kenny quickly nodded a smile showing off a classical missing tooth, his cheeks burning a bit as he was completely flattered by the question. “Of course!”

      Scooting closer he lifted a peace sign letting out a soft voice as he looked towards the camera of the phone. “Cheeessseee!!”

[livingadoubledlife]

lightningjacket was found in the city of South Park

      “You are messing with the wrong fucking cowboy, New Kid...”

[elvenraisedwarrior]

lightningjacket was found waiting on Toolshed!

      “I came as soon as I heard on Coonstagram. Do you actually need me this time or are you tricking me into helping you and the Coon Shits?”

[monmuses]

@lightningjacket​ continued from here

     For the moment he heard the tires screeching harshly, Kyle didn’t hesitate to keep an arm across the New Kid in case the car in question rolled their way. But thankfully, it didn’t. Instead, it ran headfirst into a lamp post, making almost every single kid look over to see who it was in the car. And, to nobody’s surprise, Randy was the one to stumble out of the driver’s seat.

     “...dude, what the fuck,” was all Kyle could really say, squinting in Randy’s direction. “Stan, did you tell your dad to pick you up today or something?”

     All of them had a plan to discuss for the Coon Lair, but sticking around to try and figure out what exactly Stan’s dad was doing was going to be a waste of time. For now, his arm moved back to sit in his pocket, sticking near the front door while trying to ignore Randy’s drunken rambling.

     “Sorry about that, dude,” he said, turning to look at the New Kid. “Kinda just threw my arm out there. Didn’t mean to. That’s happening a lot more, lately. More adults are just drinking away like it’s.. the end of the world. What do you think?”