#parkacored

          Butters had shoved a few changes of clothes into his backpack, as well as the meager allowance he had saved up and a couple of snacks out of the pantry.  He was still scared that his parents would find out that he stole from them and ground him, and he was ever unsure of this idea, but he had promised Kenny that the two of them would meet up and get on a bus out of here.  He doesn’t know where exactly they’re going or what they plan to do once they get there, but he trusts that Kenny has thought about those details already.

          He walks quickly down the street with his head down, a death grip on the straps of his backpack, waiting to hear his dad’s voice splitting the night air to demand that he gets back up to his room.  He only looks up when he knows he is closer to the bus stop and sighs with relief when he sees Kenny sitting there.  He has made it with no issues, and that’s all he supposes he can ask for at present.

▸   @parkacored   ⟶   ❛  What happened was horrible, and cruel, and unfair. You’re allowed to be angry.  ❜   ╱   (  sad , accepting .  )

Craig pauses in scrolling through his spotify to level one of his well-known coldly impassive stares at Kenny.  Not much has changed about it between then and now, except that the eyes are a bit more sunken, which he thinks is only noticeable if you’re looking for it.

“Sure, whatever,” he says, shrugging and looking down again.  “I am pissed off about a lotta things, I guess.  I’m just not rioting in the streets about it.”  Being with Tweek for so long had taught him that somebody always has it worse, and he doesn’t have room to complain without making an ass of himself.

Something about conversations with Kenny always brought out the worst from his sense of humor.

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ — ❝ You are not on Christian Mingle . ❞ Bebe shoots him a side eye at first, a seemingly judgemental little look that only lasts a brief moment before she’s unable to hold it, cracking a smile and rolling her eyes.

‧₊˚ ⏾. ⋅ — ❝ You’re so dumb . Do you even skate ? ❞ The insult carries a mildly endeared tone— she may call him dumb, but that’s not ‘annoying’ or ‘two-faced’ or ‘a raging cunt  who literally doesn’t even know when to shut up like oh my god she just kept digging herself a hole it was sooo embarrassing and also pissed me off, like, so bad, kenny,’ (That one was the rant he’d been subject to last weekend, poor soul.)

▸   @parkacored   ⟶   ❛  "You have forced me to do something i really don't want to do." (from the shrek prompts for whichever boy you are feeling tonight)  ❜   ╱   (  shrek 2 , accepting .  )

“What!  What!” Tweek exclaims, whirling around frantically to face Kenny.  “I’m—ngh—not m-making you do fucking anything.”  Maybe he is, though, as he has heard that a lot in his life: I wouldn’t X if you hadn’t Y’d.  There is a lot in this world that is Tweek’s fault, and some of it he is self-aware about, and others, he has no idea.

This is one of those latter times.

"You again." The hellspawn had gotten used to the irregular visits from the McCormick kid. The details of his departure and arrival were always a blur, but the Crown Prince of Darkness had seen Kenny arrive in Hell multiple times before. It was effectively impossible to get any other kids over to his house under any circumstances. If Damien wanted to capitalize on this opportunity, he had to do it now before the other fourth grader returned to the world of the living.