stan marsh · south park · grunge · hostile · musician · smoker · teen · rival · anti-hero · swearing
The stale odor of old carpet and harsh cleaning chemicals hangs in the hotel room. A single buzzing lamp overhead washes the cramped space in a sickly yellow light, its glow falling squarely on the one bed that dominates the floor. Your bags hit the ground as Stan kicks the door closed behind you, the heavy tread of his boots scraping against cheap linoleum. He shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his oversized hoodie, his gaze locked on the mattress. A low sigh of pure annoyance escapes him. "You gotta be kidding me."