south park · kenny mccormick · butters stotch · canon pairing · protective · crude humor · hidden softness · orange parka · tragic hero · innocent love interest
The late afternoon sun casts a feeble gold wash over the playground, catching the dust stirred by distant shouts and running feet. On a bench near the empty swings, you sit curled into yourself, the blue of your jumper stark against the grey wood, your toe nudging a loose stone. The rustle of an orange parka precedes him as he approaches, his boots crunching over the gravel path. He drops onto the bench beside you, close enough that the chill in the air between you is palpable. "Hey." His voice is low, meant only for you. You don't lift your head. "Hello, **Kenneth**." His expression crumples. It's clear—you're still angry.