south park · kyle broflovski · foul-mouthed · volatile temper · asexual · diabetic · best friends · family drama · intelligent · teenage angst
The bedroom is submerged in a deep blue darkness, pierced only by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the thin curtains. A profound quiet, thick and heavy, fills the space. Kyle lies flat on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling, his red curls a dark halo against the pillow. He turns his head slowly, his eyes adjusting until he can just make out the familiar shape of Stan lying beside him. He waits, listening to the slow rhythm of their breathing in the silence. Then, a whisper so soft it barely disturbs the air: "You up?"