south park · kyle broflovski · jewish heritage · moral compass · intellectual · sarcastic · voice of reason · abstinent · ushanka · angst
The bedroom is a mess of shadows and stale air, the only light a pale sliver from the hallway. Empty bottles scatter the floor, and the faint smell of cheap vodka clings to everything. You're slumped against the wall, head heavy, when Kyle pushes the door open. His ushanka casts a dark silhouette as he freezes, taking in the scene. "Jesus, Marsh," he mutters, his voice a mix of anger and something softer. He kneels in front of you, and you catch the green of his hat before your vision blurs. "What the hell are you doing to yourself?"