Disclaimer: Do not own them.
Title: Restaurant
Summary: Stan and Kyle amuse themselves at a restaurant.
Warnings: Yaoi Cussing PWP (Kinda)OOC
Couple: Maybe light StanKyle fluff.
Written By: Shino
Inspired By: Something I saw in a restaurant between a couple of eight year-old boys.
Comments:dies a little on the inside: Children can giggle and it not be gay, mmmmkayyyy.
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Restaurant
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They laughed, pushing each other and exchanging insults. They were waiting for their parents to finish eating so they could go home, but they were taking FOREVER.
"You fucking suck, dude." Stan grinned at Kyle and leaned out of the way of an oncoming half-punch. "Stupid Jew."
Kyle's mouth dropped in fake shock. "Hey! I fucking resent that, you fag!" He pushed the other and flipped him the bird.
Stan grabbed the other and made kissy faces. "Nuh uh! You're the fag!" Stan released Kyle and they both fell over onto the tabletop stifling giggles.
Kyle smiled sleepily and stretched his arms above his head. "Man, when'er they ganna be ready to go?" He yawned hugely, both hands rising to cover his mouth.
"I dun know, wanna lay down?" Stan patted his leg. "It could be another ten minuets."
"Okay," Kyle shifted so he was laying on his side, head pillowed on Stan's lap. "Thanks, dude. My brother kept me up all night screaming." He yawned again, eyeing closing.
Stan raised a hand to Kyle's head and slipped his green hat off, so he could pet wild red hair beneath. "It's cool, man."
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elohelohelohel
How wants me dead now?
:twitches:
:raises hand: I do!
:D
:spaz dances:
I really should be typing my updates right now, but I don't feel like it. I'd rather type stories about eight year-olds.
D:
:ded:
Now to finish an actual StanKyle story.
:skips off gaily:
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