Sitting on a bench. Silence, of the comfortable kind. Those two are lively only when there are others around, and maybe that's why they like having Clyde around, and poking fun at him, and having fun with him. Silence is comfortable but not fun. But not boring. Pretty much like those snowflakes falling from the sky right now. They don't want to share the thoughts they have, they are not really interesting anyways, so. Silence. Pretty much like those snowflakes falling from the sky right now, yet again.
At some point, Craig perks up, « It's not that I don't accept the notion of authority, it's just that I like to have the choice. Between obeying or not, you know ? »
Not really expected. But silence isn't a rule between them, and frivolity may be something he forces onto himself willingly, and unconciously at the same time, when the others are there. None of them are very talkative anyways usually and during the normality moments. But maybe normality is just a notion, probably like a rule that here in South Park no one respects. Not really respected.
Kenny doesn't seem surprised by Craig's sudden quiet outburst of introspection, and snickers at how oxymoronic this thought just was. Not bothering to wonder how this thought came to Craig's mind, or why he shares it with him, he answers, « You always want to have the choice, dude. »
Frown. « So what ? Are you saying I don't want to decide anything ? » Not very agressive though. Because none of them really cares, in the end. Those reactions are just principles taught since birth for some reason. Maybe it's just that the others feel like they act…
Eyes closed. On the defensive but not inside. « Keeping doors open are not that easy. And… »
Silence. Craig would tell Kenny to go on but he doesn't care so he could tell him but he also could not tell him so he decides not to.
« And you know, I don't give a fuck, in the end. So I won't finish what I was about to say, I forgot anyways. »
Kenny forgets lots of stuff.
But he doesn't give a fuck, right now, never.
« It's getting really cold, maybe we should go back at my place. Clyde will be here tonight… »
Kenny nods, and thinks that he looks forward to putting some snow in Clyde's pants. He cares about that. He gets up and sways, his legs give up under the weight of the rest of his body and he falls sitting down into the snow. Snicker. Craig.
« Dude, you're so wasted. »
The End...
A/N: ... That was supposed to be funny. (slaps self)