#softlovski

    “ None  of  your  god  damn  business,  KAHYL--  ”  Then  his  eyes  went  wide; only  one  thing  could  bring  him   that   many  years  back  in   speech   patterns.  Kyle.  But  his   blood   soaked  glove  that  cradled  his  injured  nose  may  also  of  had  something  to  do  with  his   nasally   tone.  

      As  he  was  turning  to  seeing  who  it  was--  he  forgot  his   feeble   attempt  at  hiding  what  is  assumed  to  be  a   broken   nose.  

In the next second, the idiot is on his back on the ground and a fine leather shoe is pressed firmly against his chest.

“Overconfident wretches like you are always so entertaining. Are you finished with your tantrum?”

From Soft Asks  -  Open!

cherry, caress, kiss! tell us, clyde!

- @softlovski​

“Ohoho, all these questions... Are you a super fan, Kyle? I’ll sign something for you if you want.”

“Anyways, I’m straight as a ramp, dude. Like, if you looked at the ramp at an angle... yeah that makes sense. I’ve only been with the ladies, I can hardly keep ‘em off me.”

“Cuddling? LET’S FUCKIN GOOOO! There’s nothing better than wrapping your arms around someone and burying your face into their hair and smelling their shampoo and-- hold on I’m getting emotional.” 

“As for kissing a friend.... uhm, obviously? If you’re sleeping over at a friends house and you DON’T kiss the homies goodnight, are you even their friend? I’ve smooched Token, Craig, Jimmy, and Tweek. I could kiss you too, if you wanted~ At a sleepover of course.”

This was a mistake ! | Free To Send             An  ‘ I’m Sorry ‘ Kiss

Yess to this trope!

The words bring a tired smile to Gregory’s lips. He’d just come back from a painful, several hours long reconnaissance mission that left him sore and exhausted. Usually he would leave jobs like this to someone like Mole or someone of the same caliber but the ranks were stretched thin lately so he had to take over.

Send 💋 for a kiss of the receiver’s choice

Then I choose:

Send 💕for a deep, passionate kiss

Working undercover in social gatherings was always a pain. It required patience and a knowledge of what you were looking for. An eye for anything that would give away what was needed. And what was needed for Gregory was the host’s recent shipping manifest, the one he did not release publicly but instead kept in his office. A list of private shipments to earn huge cuts of money from those he supplied. All terribly illegal and all dangerous, all leading to the suppression of those unable to defend themselves.

The downside was that this gala in which the revolutionary had weaseled his way into required, demanded the accompaniment of a partner. Well, Mole was a nightmare but usually first choice even if he hated soirees and galas with a passion. The problem was that Christophe was away on another mission, playing reconnaissance on another piece of filth in power. Which meant he needed someone else, someone who at least had enough intelligence to understand the weight of the situation and not act like a moron in front of people of such high standing.

Naturally, he had turned to Kyle Broflovski. Explaining the situation in full detail and being careful to make clear how important it was he got his hands on that manifest.

Frankly, he’s surprised that the redhead had agreed to help him. This didn’t seem like Kyle’s kind of scene either. Stupid and exaggeratingly rich and decadent. Full of blowhards with sticks the size of trees up their rectums. But still he agreed. And Gregory had provided him with what was needed; A suit of required quality, communication device should they be separated, and a quick but thorough lesson on what to expect and what was expected from him. And so far he was doing swimmingly from what Gregory had seen.

But now they needed to figure out a plan to get into the bastard’s office. This is what has led to the two of them together on the balcony, exposed to the night air, talking in hushed but hurried voices on what to do. Whether a distraction was needed or if one would stay out in the main area to charm the guests into not noticing the absence of his partner. Though the sound of approaching footsteps has their heads shooting up, coming too fast for them to separate naturally. They would be found out. What reason would two guests have to leave a lively party to go wander out onto an open air balcony, out of sight and mind from the others. It was suspicious, eyes would turn their way!

But... there is one explainable reason. Steeling himself, Gregory turns and brings both hands up. One settles on the back of the redhead’s neck and the other on his hip, which obviously startles Kyle and earns a flustered look. The Brit can only offer a returned expression of apology.

“Forgive me for this.” It’s all he gets out before pulling his companion forward and promptly locking lips with him.

And it’s no chaste, silly little kiss either. Gregory intends to make it look as convincing as possible and if that means sliding his hand up Kyle’s neck and into his hair, deepening the kiss slowly, then so be it. He only hopes that the other won’t murder him for what he’s doing. 

My muse just got out of the shower. Send me 💧 for your muse to find mine still in a towel.

Honestly, a shower after a day of field work was just the spot that needed hitting. Being covered in dirt, grime and blood was not something Gregory especially appreciated but he did what needed to be done and the temporary showers set up in camp most certainly helped. Set to the side, far enough away for privacy but not too far to compromise the safety. Not that Gregory used the public ones. There was a separate one set up within his own tent, giving him privacy and protection.

It was priority to the one currently leading the movement. 

The towel he grabs down from the shower rod is soft, fluffy and feels almost as great against his skin as the hot water did once he stepped out with a small sigh. The heat of the water and steam had left his skin flushed pink, a few droplets running down the length of his shoulders, back and arms. His hair was currently limp, falling in damp curls across his neck and over his shoulders. Gods, he needed that. It’s when the towel is securely cinched around his waist that the sound of the tent flap being pushed aside gets his attention. 

“I would say knock but that’s seemingly impossible,” he quips with a low chuckle. The flash of red instantly tells him who he’s dealing with: Kyle, his second in command during this operation. Usually the redhead was more careful than just waltzing into the sectioned off parts of the tent. 

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