"Stan where is the milk"?

"Dunno.. The grocery store probably". A sigh of pure defeat whooshed out from the ginger's lips as his shoulders slumped miserably. Grumbling, he closed the ice box with a tad bit more force them necessary and shuffled to the small table before plopping noisily into the chair across from his room mate. It would be yet ANOTHER morning of dry raptor cereal and it was all Stan's fault because he couldn't be bothered to buy milk because he was 'lactose intolerant". Kyle, thought that was the biggest load of horse doodie he'd ever encountered because he had seen Stan DEVOUR an entire pint of ice cream when he was watching his soap operas and weeping into the floral patterned couch.

"Kyle, can you stop giving me the evil eye and get dressed". Stan Marsh yawned as flicked a stale piece of cereal from his bowl into the fire crotch's forehead. Kyle's green eyes narrowed from behind his thick black glasses and he sighed, dramatically.

"I would've been dressed already, Stanley, but here's the thing... There is no milk for my cereal. And if there's no milk, I have to choke down each grainy piece one little bite at a time". Stan groaned and pulled the rim of his trademark hat over his eyes as Kyle began to obnoxiously crunch each piece of grainy goodness, one tiny bite at a time. Finally, Stan leapt from his chair, nearly knocking his chair to the floor, and thundered down the hall in an intimidating fashion, or at least what he felt was intimidating... Though he was wearing rubber duck pajama pants and Terrance and Phillip socks...

Forty two minutes later, the boys were exiting their apartment complex with their separate back packs in hand. Kyle groaned inwardly and pushed a flaming lock beneath his green hat. His hair wouldn't be as bothersome if he hadn't had to have worn his glasses. Kyle had poor vision, and wore glasses when he was at home with Stan, but this morning there was to much of a rush and he hadn't been able to force the contact lenses into his pupils...
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When the pair arrived at the base of the school, they had realized they were ten minutes tardy. Stan, being semi-infamous for having the bad boy like persona going on, didn't really give much of a fuck. But Kyle, poor, poor Kyle's blood had run cold. Surely he would get a phone call from his mother later and she was say

"Kyle Broflovski! Your father and I let you live alone in South City to attend one of the MOST prestigious weapon and meister academies in the country and your response is to be LATE for school"!? Kyle cringed, sending a sideways glare through the thick frames at his weapon partner. Apparently their soul wave length chose that moment to sync because Stan's wild blue eyes turned to meet his own.

"I can already hear the phone call with your mom".

"Yeah... You and me both dude... She's probably gonna let you have it too"... Stan's cocky grin suddenly fell as he realized Sheila would most likely demand to lecture him about his punctuality as well. Stan's parents were a lot more lenient then Kyle's. They pretty much only called to check in every once in a while and tell him they wired more money into his bank account.

Together the pair decided it would be best if they slipped in unnoticed... So when they were crouching through the back row, their mission nearly complete, Kyle's glasses took that opportunity to clatter noisily on the floor. Stan quickly snatched out his hand to collect the fallen optic enhancers. The room them chose to fall silent and at that moment Adler took the opportunity to call out the two trouble makers, telling them to quit screwing around and return to their seats. Kyle's pale face was a flaming shade of cranberry as he gripped the back of Stan's coat, pulled him to his feet, apologized and shamefully before walking the two of them to their assigned seats. Kyle collapsed into his seat, nearly fainting from embarrassment and Stan awkwardly pushed his meister's lenses in reachable distance. The two were equally ashamed that their espionage mission had failed...

"You want us to what"? Stan asked dumbfounded.y. Kyle sighed and wiped the glass of his precious frames against his orange shirt, exposing a patch of pale belly in the process. He gazed in Stan's direction, suddenly ashamed of how dumb his weapon partner could be. The dean of South City Weapon and Meister academy cleared his throat before again speaking.

"I'm sending the two of you on a short mission. In East Park there seems to be a disturbance.. Apparently a group of humans are attempting to gain Keshin status and are eating souls left and right". Lord Hankey said with a tone of the mention of souls, Stan smacked his lips with delight, they were a fun and favorable snack for him to enjoy. He shook his head, his attention resuming to the information he was supposed to be gathering.

"We understand lord Hankey, we'll be on our way as soon as we gather our things". Kyle said for the both of them and Stan nodded. The pair exited the poo room and the school soon after. Upon arrival at their shared apartment, Kyle phoned his family informing them that he and Stan were going on a mission. She wished him luck and health and they ended the phone call. He entered his bedroom and swapped his glasses for his contacts, but tucked them safely away into his travel bag. He gathered his final necessities and slipped on his lengthy black cloak and met Stan at the front door.

"This is going to be a piece of cake, huh dude"?

"Oh definitely, we could do this in our sleep"! The two slapped a quick high five and grinned as the exited the apartment.