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Cartman followed Kyle's lead. He leaned back against the pillows, settling in beside the skinny Jewish teen. He never thought he would get the opportunity to have Kyle in his bed like this. It was too bad that it was under lame circumstances. Why did Stan have to go and die? The p***y had a knack for ruining a lot of things. Cartman was glad he brought Kyle closer to him throughout the years. Stan was only good at bringing people down with his whiny angst. His death seemed to epitomize what he did in life. Kyle was better off being his best friend. Cartman felt like Kyle didn't need Stan.
Kenny listened closely as soon as Kyle began to speak. He could tell the redhead was shaken, even though he was trying to keep himself together. As soon as Kyle mentioned Stan's name, Kenny felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He took a seat on his hard mattress, which had springs popping out of it. He had a feeling he would want to be sitting down when Kyle dropped the bomb. "...What?" Kenny asked, uncertain if he had heard right at first. His usual, upbeat tone was replaced with a softer, somber one.
The worst part was Kenny could believe it. He was very aware of how much Stan drank. Out all of them, he was the one that spent the most time with Stan in these recent years. Kenny drank and smoked with Stan on occasion. He did his best to keep his pessimistic friend's spirits up. He tried to remind Stan that not everything in the world was absolute s**t. Stan sometimes believed him; after all, Kenny was not in the best place himself, which helped give Stan perspective.
The blond was too disturbed by the news to be bothered by the fact that his friends never remembered his multiple deaths. Death was a strange thing, but Kenny knew he was the only one that was cursed with coming back. He was certain none of them would ever see Stan alive again. [********, dude..." Kenny stated with a sigh. "Kyle... Man, I'm so sorry..." he managed, knowing that Kyle would take this news the hardest out of all of them. "You need anything?"
Kenny listened closely as soon as Kyle began to speak. He could tell the redhead was shaken, even though he was trying to keep himself together. As soon as Kyle mentioned Stan's name, Kenny felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He took a seat on his hard mattress, which had springs popping out of it. He had a feeling he would want to be sitting down when Kyle dropped the bomb. "...What?" Kenny asked, uncertain if he had heard right at first. His usual, upbeat tone was replaced with a softer, somber one.
The worst part was Kenny could believe it. He was very aware of how much Stan drank. Out all of them, he was the one that spent the most time with Stan in these recent years. Kenny drank and smoked with Stan on occasion. He did his best to keep his pessimistic friend's spirits up. He tried to remind Stan that not everything in the world was absolute s**t. Stan sometimes believed him; after all, Kenny was not in the best place himself, which helped give Stan perspective.
The blond was too disturbed by the news to be bothered by the fact that his friends never remembered his multiple deaths. Death was a strange thing, but Kenny knew he was the only one that was cursed with coming back. He was certain none of them would ever see Stan alive again. [********, dude..." Kenny stated with a sigh. "Kyle... Man, I'm so sorry..." he managed, knowing that Kyle would take this news the hardest out of all of them. "You need anything?"