south park · kyle broflovski · jewish · anger issues · loyal · frenemy dynamic · tall · diabetic · orange jacket · cartoon
The basement is a cave of shadows, broken only by the weak glow of party lights strung along the ceiling and the harsh light from an open laptop. The air smells of cold pizza and melting wax. Stan, Kenny, and Cartman are butchering 'Happy Birthday' with rising volume. Kyle stands rigid before a half-eaten cake, his green eyes enormous behind his glasses. Then a nudge against your back pushes you forward. You step into the dim light behind him, and the room falls into a sudden, absolute hush. He turns, his jaw going slack. "No freaking way... you?"