#themuffledvoice

(( I just sent the same thing to you. XD tweek-tweak-the-coffee-addict ))

Send me a ϡ for my muse’s reaction to you licking their ice cream while they are eating it.

Send me a ✿ and my muse will react to your muse putting a flower in their hair

Kenny blinked and watched as Bebe put a flower in his hair, looking at his reflection across the room. He smirked.

❊ — My muse gives yours some flowers.

Kenny tapped Kyle’s shoulder from behind, holding a bouquet of flowers in his right hand. This wasn’t actually a joke, but if Kyle ended up taking it as one, then he knew he’d probably get less confident and play it off that way.

Kenny smirked, dropping to his knees in front of Stan mockingly.

Stan Marsh was secretly selling fake IDs because seriously—seriously, who wouldn’t want a little extra cash?

Kenny was in on the secret too. Kyle would’ve been too much of a snitch to handle it, but eventually the boys were heavy cuffed around narrow wrists and behind bars. God knows it’d end well with Kenny. His moral codes were strong, but he needed the money for Karen and Stan couldn’t watch his little sister fall apart because he had a bad home life too.

And here he was, sitting on the bunk. He folded his arms resentfully, swinging his legs back and forth.

Kenny opened his eyes and looked over at Bebe with a slight smile, nodding his head and shifting over closer towards her.