#stanbabex

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@stanbabex

South Park manages to be progressive without actually doing anything, without going anywhere or seeing any sort of developmental climax. It’s just a mountain town, where everyone knows one another, and when Kyle stumbles out of the bathroom at some bar in Denver, it’s because they don’t give a shit that he’s fresh faced - he’s still got baby fat around the eyes and a fake ID that makes him miss home. Miss Skeeter’s where he isn’t surrounded by a bunch of trashed randoms. Denver is nothing like New York but it still holds it’s own.

He stumbles, breathing out a laugh when he tugs up his zip and heads back to the bar. Even if Cartman isn’t a light weight, he’s glad he couldn’t secure an ID in time to go out with him. They’re in town for college orientation and he’s the one who actually wants to go here. Has had his heart set on it for years now because it has significant importance to him. 

He only thinks about it when he drinks.

Kyle orders another beer, his last one for the night and takes a swig for it, swaying with the thick lull of the crowd and autumn feels too far away. He already loves the crisp air and the scent of menthol that mingles with leather and sweat. Already favors the thicket of people and the rambling of his soon to be peers. He feels like he doesn’t fit but he still belongs. 

[wandering-immortal]

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Continued from: X

“What can I say? I had to say something to get that mopey look off your face. Might as well make it interesting.” Kenny snickered, easily looping an arm around his childhood friend. “Besides you were paying more attention to your phone than me, and as an attention whore I find that unacceptable!” He added on, wanting to see Stan smile more, even if he had to play the lovable fool to do so.

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Of all the people, most likely even adults, that could be out at such hour at night, was it his best friend that was located - risking his own well-being by taking a nap over the bench in the park.

The redhead was simply sent out to grab Ike’s lost phone from the playground, only was the loss noticed at the very moment by his brother. Since was it risky for the brother to go out (Not like Kyle wasn’t doing so on the past - yet it was still about his own little brother), the redhead volunteered to find his phone, and indeed succeeded.

Right now, the situation was completely different; instead of returning home already, his stare got stuck at his friend, that picked the most ridiculous place to rest at. The first wonder that came to his mind, that he may be drunk, and still he got closer - with an instant need to know and help.

“Stan,” He tapped his cheek twice, not too firmly, “Stan ! ” He yelled out his name, in attempt to wake him up completely. “What the hell are you doing, man? ” But with a closer look, few bruises were noticed to be coloring the other’s face. Green eyes widened slightly, as silence killed any reaction.

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      “....llo...he....”

      “Hey.”

Crouching down before Stan where he was sitting on the floor, there was a familiar face staring right into his eyes. Wearing an intense expression, it would take Stan a moment to realise who it actually belonged to... Since the man’s face had never seemed to have any other emotion but indifference whenever he saw him up until now.

Even if the variety was welcome, it was difficult to read the look he was giving the other... Confusion..? Anger? Maybe it was curiosity, or all. 

If he looked past the man, he could see a... somewhat familiar room. While the walls no longer were covered by different posters of the boy’s favourite post-punk bands, and the terrarium now was empty and cleaned out, there was the familiar bed with pitch black covers, and the window was tightly shut with equally black curtains covering it up. However the biggest give away that this room belonged to Michael Gao, was the living candles. Michael never used actual lamps or alike if he didn’t have to. 

His attention would soon shift back to Michael himself, who now spoke up once more.

      “Hey. Stan... You remember anything..?”

[southpark-nobodies]

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Continued from: X

Contact: Super Best Friend

[Text] Maybe mine. I’ll be home alone for the next two days. Maybe pick something scary since Halloween is coming up dude.

Kyle set his phone down after that, rubbing a hand over his face as he set down the six page assignment he had been working on to finish up on the computer. Sure he had returned home after only a two years at college, but Kyle had found himself overly stressed and burned out pretty quickly, especially since he didn’t have his friends with him at the time and his roommate at the dorms he had been assigned....

Kyle shuddered, not wanting to think about it. After he had a small meltdown it had been in Kyle’s best interest to return home, although he still completed assignments online. While his mother had been initially disappointed in him she had helped him settle in these past few months, and of course Kyle had gotten in contact with Stan. Sure they had sent texts and even video chatted a few times, but seeing him in person especially after his burn out had been a blessing and had only done Kyle good. They usually hung out a couple times a week, mostly at Kyle’s place or even Stark’s Pond, aside from when Kyle needed to get his classes finished and Stan was working. The thought made Kyle muse a bit, wondering if he should look for a part time job. It would be nice to start saving up money of his own, although he still had a few hundred dollars left to his name after returning home. Plus with the way his Mom had already starting nagging at him the sound of an apartment was pretty appealing. 

Kyle then picked his phone back up, quickly texting Stan.

[Text] Want me to wait outside for you? Finally finished up that dumb assignment.

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Human’s are interesting

@stanbabex Restraint number 15, tied to a table!

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He had been watching this guy for a little while now. The curious little demon never having the real guts to actually approach the guy. But really, could he ever do such a thing? He wasn’t exactly normal looking at all and he would of caused a scene. Damien’s eyes sharpened as he waited for the guy to wake up. He had knocked him out using a quick spell his Father taught him. Luckily not having to carry the guy back to this..bastement cellar thing. He simply teleported him here as he could with other objects.

Damien sat back a bit, eyeing the stirring man before him..

[orange-jxw-blog]

Starter for @stanbabex (wont let me tag)

Kyle was walking down the street, coming home from the library, having a backpack on his back, and red glasses on the bridge of his nose. The backpack was full of fiction, mystery, and romance novels. The backpack was, quite heavy for the little patique ginger, he never really went to the gym.

[wandering-immortal]

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This was supposed to be their night. Just him and Stan attending prom just to say they had went. Kenny had even managed to buy his own ticket, and his mother helped find him a suit that wasn’t littered with holes and could be mended to be at least semi-decent to wear to such an event. Everything had been running as smooth as it could be. Stan for his own part had seemed excited at the prospect of going to prom with him, seeing as he had certainly changed, at least physically. 

To be honest, Kenny had asked him out as a joke, thinking Stan would flat out reject attending prom with the ‘poorest kid’ in town, even if they were best friends. Surely Stan had other people he wanted to ask out right? Everyone who had started flocking back to him when his mood picked back up and he started filling out just a little bit more. Turns out the blond was wrong as Stan accepted his offer to go to prom together. Kenny had been a little more than over the moon when he realized Stan was not attempting to pull his leg, and had set on preparing things for this moment.

Everything had been going okay, sure the blond could tell Stan was nervous, but he figured it was just the first time he had decided to go to such a big event like this one. Kenny figured dragging his friend out for a nice, slow dance would help ease him into the setting, and for a while, it was just nice. Just the two of them slightly swaying together.

Until something in Stan seemed to snap, pulling away from him and looking almost afraid, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted.. Kenny had tried to reach for him, ask him if he was okay, if he needed a minute, but before he could try and help ease his best friend/date, Stan had fled the room, not even sparing a glance back.

“Stan?”

Kenny had stood there, eyes wide as people began whispering, some glancing at the blond before looking at the doors Stan had escaped through. He wasn’t sure what was wrong but...Above all else, Stan was his friend, and he had been going through such a rough patch all through High school, Kenny wasn’t about to abandon him here.

The blond too escaped the prom scene, eyes darting every which way as he tried to pick out Stan’s truck from the crowd of parked cars, finally seeing it just a little ways away. Ignoring the biting chill in the air he made his way over to the driver’s seat, gently knocking on the window. He didn’t try to open the door or anything of the sort, knowing if Stan wanted him in, he would unlock the doors. There was no point in trying to force him. Not when he seemed so genuinely upset.

“Stan?...What’s wrong?”