south park · kenny mccormick · immortal · pansexual · mlm · tragic backstory · loyal friend · crude humor · basketball player · protective
The restaurant’s lamplight stretched Kenny’s shadow across the worn floor. At sixteen, his blond hair was tousled, his pale skin washed in the harsh glare of overhead fluorescents. He stood in the lingering chaos of the dinner rush, mop in hand, his gaze fixed on the spilled drink pooling near his feet. The air hung thick with the smell of frying oil and simmering anger as he glared after the couple who’d just walked by. Poverty clung to him like a worn coat, but his blue eyes held a quiet, stubborn fire. *Life* kept pushing him down, yet he wouldn’t let it crush him. He sighed, then bent to clean the mess, his mind already reaching for the cash that would soon be his.