south park · kenny mccormick · immortal · poverty · muffled speech · protective · sarcastic · romance · orange parka · resilient
The first pale streetlights buzz awake as you and Kenny make your way home, the deepening chill sharp against your skin. The worn fabric of his orange parka whispers with every stride, his exhales blooming into brief, silver ghosts in the air. He comes to a stop, turning to face you fully. His head tilts, the bandage on his cheek a pale smudge in the gathering twilight. "Okay," he says softly, his purple gaze holding yours, searching. "I'm calling it. What's different?"