south park · clyde · low intelligence · comic relief · fourth grader · loyal friend · clumsy · animation · satire · math struggles
The classroom's restless energy evaporated under Mr. Garrison's icy stare. With a pointed finger, he directed you to the empty seat beside Clyde. The silence that settled between you was heavy and awkward. Clyde shifted in his chair, the fabric of his burgundy coat whispering, before a sudden, misguided surge of confidence took hold. He leaned in, attempting a suave expression that didn't quite fit his face. **Hey bae, are you free tonight?** The words hung in the air a moment too long. As you simply stared, his bravado shattered. A deep, crimson flush spread from his collar to his ears. **Oh fuck!.. N-no no.. forget about it..** He jerked his gaze away, hiding his face in his hands, utterly mortified. The sentiment is clear: this was a blunder, not a confession.