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“I’m not worried about pain. It doesn’t even hurt.” Well, it didn’t compared to some of the injuries Kenny had dealt with in the past. Even if it was a nasty cut, he knew it wouldn’t cause him to bleed out. Honestly, he was shocked he hadn’t just cracked his skull open on Stan’s bedside table.

Instead, it was a narrow gash along his forearm, from when he’d tried to catch himself. Of course it had happened after he’d taken off his hoodie, because Stan’s house was warm and insulated; unlike his own. So he had no protection from the corner of the end table. He did his best to keep the limb elevated and catch whatever blood was dripping either onto his palm or his own shirt. Stan’s mom would probably kill them if he got blood on the carpet.

He rolled his eyes at the reassurance, but admittedly, grudgingly followed his friend out of the bedroom. It was nice, he supposed, that someone cared so much. Not that Stan would have noticed had Kenny actually cracked his skill open. “Oh really? Lemme see your medical license, Dr. Marsh.”

“A band?”

It was a question that actually seemed to catch the British boy off guard, making him blink a couple times as he recovers. It wasn’t a question he was expecting nor was it a concept that had ever really occurred to him. Sure, he could sing and was extremely talented at it but the idea just... never struck him before.

“I cannot say I have. The thought never occurred to me. Musicals are more my thing... I feel at home on the stage in that way, I guess.”

Gregory was always able to easily lose himself into a role, to feel comfortable and accepted on the stage. It wasn’t like he was against the idea of trying to be in a band... it just wasn’t the first thing on his list. Though there is a quiet level of happiness that Stan had decided to drop by today. If he hadn’t, the Brit would have been left with no one to talk to but his cats.

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Kyle hums quietly to himself as he makes his way down the street, grocery bag loosely swinging from his fingers with every step. While he’d normally complain about having to do errands like this for his mother, he finds that he’s actually enjoying the break in routine. He’d been cooped up in his room for so long, eyes fixed on either papers or on a screen, that even he could admit that the change of scenery was good for him; in the very least, it was nice not having to stress about school work for even just a little while. The air quietly burns his throat with how chilly it is, but it’s a pleasant, familiar feeling, makes him feel refreshed. 

There’s the chirping of birds up ahead and Kyle, leisurely and wanting to delay arriving home for a little longer, actually stops briefly in order to look up and try to find them. He spies what he thinks are sparrows at the edge of a rooftop, cheerfully hopping and twittering to themselves. He doesn’t smile at the sight of them--he’s not in that carefree of a mood--but he does watch them in mild interest for a bit before--

The birds suddenly take off in flight, as if they were startled and fleeing from something, and the next thing Kyle sees--

is a body, soaring through the sky. His eyes widen, time slows, and when he realises that figure is familiar, his heart stops in his throat because--

Hmm! I think sexuality was not something Shuichi thought too much about or explored until, say… his junior high school years, say around 14-15. He’s admired and had small, wavering crushes on people before; girls and boys. I don’t think Shuichi was exactly bothered or scared when realizing he isn’t straight: but still was nervous wondering what truly fits him, and how his friends and family would feel about it.

Of course!! His family like his parents, aunt, and uncle wouldn’t think any less of him, no matter what sexuality he identified as; nor would his close friends. In fact, it was probably one of his close friends back then who helped Shuichi figured out what identity is most fitting for him: pansexuality.

So when he looked more into it… I’m sure there was just, like: that oddly satisfying wave of relief that washed through him? He was still a little bit unsure and nervous, but… he felt that, yeah: this might be it. So that also made him feel happy… and knowing that he had people he loves and trust that didn’t have a problem with him being attracted to, well: anyone? That alone was one of the major reasons Shuichi didn’t feel he needed to lie to himself or feel “ashamed” he isn’t straight. So no, he didn’t feel all alone! He came to feel okay with and comfortable considering himself pansexual, and has that love and support for him. ☆

They lay on the floor, nostalgia of going through one of their favourite childhood television shows in his bedroom. Why wouldn’t you want to look back and see how both entertaining and stupid it still was? It was a comfortable feeling, pillows all around them and blankets messily scattered as they’d been unconsciously fighting for who got them. The victor? Well.. let’s just say that Kyle had left Stanley shaking a bit.

❝ Hey Kyle, heads up, ❞ he said before grabbing the other and the blanket as well. Wrapping it behind him as well as tangling their legs up, bringing Kyle closer and rolling them around a little until they were stuck in it. That way, neither of them would end up cold, and hopefully no complaints.

❝ Sorry, it was getting cold. ❞

The side of his head rested on the floor, smile plastered on the ravenette’s face. He always missed the feeling of human contact, no matter how many times he received it. This was his best friend, his super best friend, and he didn’t want to let go. Instead, he’d held him even closer and squeezed, trying his best not to make it suffocating. Stanley was content, a warmth in his face and his heart.

He couldn't think of anything better, a night of watching old shows, with the one person who could melt his troubles away? Yes please. The redhead, after winning most of the pillows, had his head leaned on Stans' shoulder instead. He was almost asleep when Stan moves around and tucks them both into each other and into a blanket, waking him up a little as he opens his eyes and looks to him. He could feel both warm from Stan and the blanket, and it was comforting, to say the least. 

"mmm...It's fine, dude...." He mutters in a tired voice, barely above a whisper. He could never let his walls down like this with anyone else, nobody but Stan got to see Kyle like this and he was fine with this. Kyle didn't mind it, it was Stan after all, he didn't trust anyone like he trusted Stan. So sleeping near him wasn't out of the picture, especially cuddling into him. 

Letting out a small purr like sound, he moves to nuzzle his nose into the base of Stans' neck while clinging to him. It was like two koala bears clinging to each other for dear life, at least that's what it felt like to Kyle. The thought made him smile a little, which turned to a small snicker.