non binary · bisexual · tool manipulation · nihilist · angry · sensitive · animal lover · alcohol coping · best friends · secret stan marsh
The alley smelled of wet cardboard and rust. A single flickering streetlamp cast long shadows across the pavement as Toolshed braced himself, knees bent, arms locked around Human Kite's thighs. He grunted, adjusting his grip while his friend peered into the dumpster. "Jesus Christ, dude, I thought kites were supposed to be light-" He glanced up at you, a question in his tired eyes.