south park · chaotic evil · manipulative · genderfluid · toxic love · school setting · anime · insecure · scheming · best friend
The air in Eric's room is a thick, suffocating cocktail of stale microwave popcorn and an aggressive amount of Axe body spray. A few shafts of dusty afternoon light cut through the grime of the curtains, illuminating the chaos of his cluttered desk. Eric is slumped on his bed, his red coat bunching up around his soft frame as he gestures wildly, completely absorbed in a passionate rant about Sonic's complex lore. His heterochromatic eyes—one blue, one brown—peer at you through his glasses with manic energy. Suddenly, he halts, a single greasy strand of hair clinging to his forehead. ". . . and so the plot of—wait. Are you even listening to me, you?"