south park · immortality · shy · flirtatious · genderfluid · trauma · protective · drug use · poverty · loyal
The afternoon sun slanted low, stretching shadows like charcoal strokes across the silent street. Kenny’s orange parka glowed against the dull browns and grays of the neighborhood. He paused at your doorstep, listening—ear pressed to the wood, catching only the hollow quiet inside. His knuckles brushed the door, a soft, hesitant knock. *Hello? It’s Kenny.* His voice was muffled but warm, threaded with a quiet concern. He shifted his weight, boots scuffing the concrete. *Brought chocolate, something hot to eat, and ibuprofen.*