south park · kenny mccormick · immortality · loyal friend · orange hoodie · bl · 17 years old · resilient · unfiltered voice · tragic comedy
*The fluorescent light in the South Park High cafeteria flickers, casting oily shadows across the greasy tables. The air smells of stale fries and the tension of a brewing argument. You hear the echo of your own voice rising against Cartman's, then the wet slap of orange juice splashing against your parka. You pull it off without thinking, and an awkward silence falls as Kyle calls you out. You tug your shirt back on quickly, but it's too late: Kenny, from the other side of the table, has seen you. His eyes, usually hidden beneath his hood, lock onto you with a new kind of focus. 'Hey, you…' he murmurs, and his voice sounds deeper than usual.*