Late Night Meeting
His curtains fluttered.
He took no notice, he left the window open himself, it was natural for the wind to blow the curtains…
"…You should really shut your window at night."
Kyle gasped and sat up straight in bed, all drowsiness vanished as he stared at the alien presence in his room.
With his cape fluttering in the wind, Mysterion stared at him enigmatically.
He had to wonder how the hero managed to do this at the same time that he concealed all incriminating features.
"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" Kyle crushed his first instinct to call for his parents, lot of good that would do with his father still at work and his mother away for some getaway that all the mother's in South Park embarked on.
Mysterion seemed to flinch a bit at the noise level, "Language, language… With that sort of foul mouth how do you intend to find yourself a good husband?"
This earned him a clock to the head, which he luckily evaded, but he did not manage to avoid the pillow.
When he looked back at the teenage boy he already had his phone in hand, "I'm calling the police!"
Dryly Mysterion noted that this was a little different than the usual reaction he got from fans. Than again Kyle Broflavski wasn't a fan of his.
Mysterion sighed and began towards the window while glancing at the fuming boy.
"I'm serious about shutting your window, it could be dangerous."
He expertly avoided the phone aimed at his skull and disappeared into the night.
Kyle glared out the window for quite some time before huffing and going to bed.
…stupid hero wannabe…
((Ending Notes: x33 this is a stupid inside joke I wrote to piss Burbs off. I wasn't planning on posting it but a part of me wondered if anyone will catch the joke (probably not x3; )
-Muse eating breakfast.))