Disclaimer: I don't own South Park no matter how much I want to

Rated: T

Pairing: Kenny and Butters

Summary: Kenny loves it when Butters gets nervous

Inspiration: My mom yelled at me for cracking my knuckles :D

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Knuckles

Butters had a, well, a habit of rubbing his knuckles together when he was nervous. Kenny had a habit, if that's what you'd call it, of making Butters nervous. Just Kenny's presence in the room and Butters was grinding his knuckles flat. Kenny always tried to tell Butters to stop, and he would for a time. But with one word exchanged to Kenny he was back at it. He was almost as bad as Tweek and his coffee.

One day Kenny decided to confront Butters. He simply walked up to him at lunch and grabbed his hands, pulling them up to eye level. Butters' knuckles were ashy, worn, and extremely red and swollen. "Butters!" Kenny whined. "I'm sorry K-Kenny, but I just have to!" Butters said. Kenny shook the hands in his. "No, Butters, cute people like you are supposed to have pretty little hands," Kenny explained.

Butters blushed bright red and snatched his hands back. Kenny sighed and shook his head tsk-tsking the small boy. With that he spun on his worn heels and stalked off to where BeBe and Wendy were sitting. "Hello ladies," Kenny said nonchalantly. Wendy rolled her eyes and BeBe giggled. "I need you two to help a, uh, friend of mine," Kenny kept on going, ignoring the snort from Wendy. "Depends on who the friend is," Wendy replied nudging BeBe. "Little butterscotch over there," Kenny said pointing to Butters.

Kenny knew all the girls loved Butters because he was just so damn cute. They bought him Hello Kitty tee-shirts, did his hair, beat up the bullies, he was pretty much one of the girls. So Kenny also knew at the smallest mention of Butters, Wendy and BeBe would be all over it. Especially since it was cosmetic. Wendy and BeBe quickly agreed and started to work. They bought nail polish, hand cream, lotion, and all that other stuff for your hands.

Late on Friday night, Butters' doorbell rang. When he answered he did not expect to shoved down on his couch with his arm tied to the arm rests. BeBe set to work first, washing the boy's hands and spreading lotion on them. Then Wendy broke out some cotton candy pink nail polish and quickly coated his nails. After about half and hour the admired their handy work. Butters now had fresh, clean, sparkling hands. "Now, if we catch you grinding those gorgeous knuckles, there will be hell to pay," BeBe said, whacking the couch with a nail smoother.

The next day at school Kenny saw Butters with his new hands. And he put them to good use.

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Don't count the number of times I used the word 'hand' in this story x3

Ah Butters put his pretty little hands to good use if you know what I mean

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