AN: ...this one feels lame.
Offering
/Noun/ A thing offered, especially as a gift or contribution.
Kyle watched from afar as Cartman struggled with the string to his kite. Kyle wasn't too sure why he was watching the other boy, it wasn't like he had nothing else to do. On the contrary, Kyle had plenty of homework he should be getting done, yet he stood where he was, staring.
Curiosity getting the best of him, Kyle left the sidewalk and headed toward Cartman's front lawn, where Cartman was making grunting noises, tripping over the kite string.
Observing for a few more seconds, Kyle said, blandly, "What are you doing, asshole?"
Cartman paused. Turning to look over his shoulder, he gave Kyle an annoyed look.
"What does it look like, Jew? I'm trying to untangle my fucking kite!" He snapped, irritable.
Cartman turned back to his kite, swearing under his breath.
Kyle blinked.
After a few seconds of watching Cartman struggle hopelessly, Kyle sighed, dropping his backpack on the ground by his feet.
"Here, fatass, let me help." He growled, pulling the kite gently from Cartman's pudgy hands and untangling the string with careful practise.
Cartman watched him with a raised eyebrow.
When Kyle was done, he handed the kite back to Cartman.
Cartman stared at it for a few seconds then sent Kyle a rare smile as said boy picked up his backpack and shrugged it over his shoulder.
"Thanks Jew!" He called after Kyle's retreating back.
Kyle just rolled his eyes.
"You're welcome Cartman!" He called back, dryly, shaking his head at Cartman's stupidity.
There wasn't even enough wind to fly a kite to begin with. Fucking retard.
Get it, cause he offered his help with the kite. I feel like I could have done better, but oh well. Hope you liked it!
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