A/N-Greetings, fellow SP fans! Well, this is technically my first time writing a SP fanfic, but definitely not my first time writing something South Park related. (That sounds confusing, but it's true...)
Anyway, please enjoy, despite the the extreme shortness of this drabble.
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"Hello, Kenny."
"Hey, Kyle…"
"How're things going?"
"Eh, same old, same old. Y'know. I die, I come back, I bang chicks, I die…"
Kyle chuckled watching Kenny's rather bland expression as he said all this.
"So, nothing new?"
"Aw, dude, c'mon. You see it going on, you know nothing's new."
"I know…I just like to hear about it from you."
Kenny gave Kyle a lopsided smile, slinging his arm around the redheads shoulders.
"I don't get why you don't just move on, man. I mean…s'gonna be a long time before he gets around to seeing you again."
"I know, Kenny. It'll probably be a few decades before I get to talk to Stan again…"
"You're so pessimistic!"
Kyle laughed at that.
"I thought I was being rather optimistic with that."
Kenny shook his head, squeezing his friend in a hug.
"Well, I suppose it could be, for him, maybe. But for you, it's fucking depressing."
Kyle smiled sadly, hugging Kenny back.
"I know…"
Kenny pulled away after a minute, giving Kyle a small mock-salute.
"Well…I'm off."
"I know…I'll see you again soon?"
"You know it."
Kyle gave Kenny a small wave before the blonde descended down to hell. His current destination of choice, thanks to all his promiscuity.
Kyle sighed quietly, sitting in thin air as he looked down from his spot in limbo, watching the brunette he called his super best friend move on with his life, until the day they could reunite, and carry on together.
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R+R plskthnx!