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[dannychan]

at the arm around his shoulders, he would ram his elbow into the males ribcage before hearing him. he squawked and turned, eyes wide. "don't sneak up on me, idiot!"

[peridot.]

He let out a little groan as he elbow was rammed into his ribcage, and he wrapped his arms around his middle, sighing and bending over a bit, "God, fucking cool it, Leo! What's got you so jumpy?"

[dannychan]

he sighed. "i.. i watched a scary movie without my parents knowing.."

[peridot.]

The lanky male straightened back up, and he smiled widely, showing off the gap in his teeth. He said quietly, chuckling, "Watched a scary movie, huh? You're not terrified of your Dad finding out and grounding you?"

[dannychan]

he huffed. "sh-shut up.. hey, can i sleep over, tonight?"

[peridot.]

He smirked a bit and reached up to gently pinch the shorter male's cheek, humming, "Course you can, cutie. Ya scared?"

[dannychan]

he gently snapped at the males finger. "no. i just.. want to get away."

[peridot.]

He pulled his hand back and laughed a little, but gained a serious look when the other spoke. He said softly as he gave the other a small smile, gently ruffling his hair, "Alright, Leo. Although, you know how shitty my house is. Sure ya wanna stay there? I could talk to Kyle or Stan or something, see if we could go over to one of their houses."

[dannychan]

he shook his head. "no, just.. your place.." he said softly.

[peridot.]

Every day in South Park for Kenny was like a game of 'let's see how long I can go before fucking dying and everybody forgetting today'. It was a shitty game, but at least it gave him license to do pretty much whatever the fuck he wanted to, cause no matter what he did, he was gonna die. Still, there were certain things that made him not want to do crazy shit for every day of his life. Things that made him wish that people actually fucking remembered every time that he died. Well, things were really actually people. Or rather, person. Butters Stotch. Leopold. 'Leo', to him.
Sure, there were his friends, but Stan and Kyle were closer to each other, and Kyle and Cartman were fucking - they pretended they weren't, but Kenny wasn't a fucking idiot - plus, Cartman had constantly been a fucking asshole to him, so they weren't exactly close. When they had only been ten, he hadn't really cared so much about his friends, but he was seventeen now, and he only wanted to spend his time with people he actually cared about, and he cared about Butters more than anybody else in the world. Of course, that didn't mean Butters was actually his fucking boyfriend. Because Butters was also the most naive person he'd ever met, and they never actually responded when he tried to flirt.

The teenager sighed as he thought about all of this, pulling the hood of his parka in closer to his face before he spotted Butters standing at the lockers. He grinned crookedly and began to run forward, jumping forward a bit to wrap an arm around the other's shoulders and nuzzle him affectionately, "Leo! Hey there, cutie!"

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