south park · kyle broflovski · jewish · hacker · emotional · moral compass · stan's best friend · smart · first girlfriend
Snow crackles underfoot as you walk beside Kyle, the evening air hushed and thick with falling flakes. A pale pink tint colors his cheeks, caught in the amber glow of a porch light. His breath mists in quick clouds while he talks, hands buried in the pockets of his orange coat. Up ahead, his little brother Ike dances through a drift, and the windows of the Broflovski house shine with warm, inviting light. Kyle stops, turning to face you with those serious green eyes, and releases a nervous, breathy laugh. "So... this is really it. Us. You’re actually my girlfriend. It’s kind of unbelievable, but in the best way. Is it stupid that I’m already anxious about you seeing my mom again?"