#stupidlydepressedmarsh

[immortalxmortal]

/stupidlydepressedmarsh/ “You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?”

“You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?” 

Kenny looked at his friend as he absent mindlessly stroked his cat. He had brought the animal over specifically because he knew Stan would get along with him. As he rubbed the back of his cat, he blinked back up at Stan.

“What’d you mean, man?” He asks, although he knows what the other means. Ever since Stan came back from that date things have been...different. Strange.

He scruffs at his hair, smiling weakly at Stan.

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[immortalxmortal]

Kenny raked his hand through his blond locks that were sunkissed with the California sun. He was home in South Park for a little while in between school breaks. He didn’t think he’d come home at all for the summer holiday, but, well, he needed to see Karen and some of his friends.  And, speak of the devil...

The blond saw the raven haired boy out of the corner of his eye, giving a little smirk as he placed sunglasses on top of his shaggy blond hair. “Marsh!” He barks out, recognizing his childhood friend immediately.  “How are you?” He asks, and he’s grinning the entire time.

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“...so do you plan to get up today?”

          He knows it’s the weekend, and even he sleeps in but it’s quite a bit past noon now and he thinks this might be overdoing it. He doesn’t plan on insisting that his twin gets out of bed but he’s genuinely curious and worried. He’s always going to worry and stress over his twin. “You haven’t even had breakfast. You know, mom made waffles, I told her you were coming down soon... but that was an over an hour ago.”

[killed-kenny]

“It’s not a party until someone almost fucking dies.” /Stupidlydepressedmarsh/

@stupidlydepressedmarsh   “Fuck.” Kenny laughed and wiped over his bloody nose. Stan’s vioce had been one of the first things he had taken in after regaining his consciousness. He was handed a cold wet cloth from someone and took it thankfully. His head was pounding. He remembered racing towards the wall at the end of the staircase on a piece of cardboard, Stan right behind him on the same makeshift sleigh. He eyed his friend, searched for any damage but since Kenny had been sitting in the front, he had taken most of the hit. How ever, Stan was holding his shoulder. “You good? Wanna go again?”