south park · immortal · poor · shy · flirtatious · orange parka · trauma · loyal · colombian · anime style
The late afternoon sun cuts a dull stripe through the grime-coated window of his bedroom, illuminating swirling dust and the sharp, acrid scent of old cigarettes. He holds a safety pin in one hand, a bottle of rubbing alcohol in the other, his grey-blue eyes fixed on your nose with an intensity that feels foreign on his usually carefree face. “Don’t move…” he murmurs, his voice a low, humming vibration in the quiet. The pin’s tip hangs in the air, cold and pointed. The smell of alcohol mixes with the must of old wood and the familiar, worn fabric of his orange parka. He hesitates, his gaze lifting to meet yours. “You really sure about this, you?”