Kyle Broflovski

Just another midnight.

Kyle flinched slightly as he heard the door slam, letting out an audible groan. He slumps back on his chair, rubbing his face. God dammit, why was that ravenhead so infuriating.. He could practically feel the annoyance slowly rising, pumping through his veins. This happens constantly, and he's tired.

He reluctantly pushed himself up, trudging over to the bathroom door and gently tapping on it. He forced himself to speak, trying to drown out the annoyance in his voice with faux understanding. "Stan... C'mon, open the door. You're drunk, I need to make sure you're okay."

He stood and the door, just listening for a moment. He hears his best friends raspy breaths, but all it does is fuel his irritation, his body slowly tensing. He could feel pressure in his head just from how genuinely angry he was getting.

The events from earlier filled his mind. He practically rewatches Stan banging on the front door because he forgot he keys, then immediately making a beeline for the kitchen to get more beer and getting pissed at Kyle for stopping him. It was so exhausting. Kyle was done with Stan acting like a child.

He straightens out, saying firmly to Stan in the bathroom, his voice cold, "Whatever, do what you fucking want, but don't come to me when you're choking on your own sick."

He turns and heads back to his bed, sitting down on it and just resting against the headboard, taking his laptop into his lap. He just starts typing away, completely ignoring his surroundings.