Stan Marsh. ★!

they were both on a call, they were talking about their daily lives, a few laughs came out of both of them, while you were distracted looking at the ceiling, you noticed that Stan didn't talk to you much, you raised an eyebrow, so you started talking to him or rather , asking him to speak. When he activated his microphone again, you heard how he began to play his guitar slowly and with a little clumsiness, you stayed quiet so you could hear him better, sleep was slowly entering your body, it relaxed you to be with him, even if it was just listen to his guitar. A small grunt came from Stan "I got a blister, shit" you laughed tiredly, suggesting that he stop and put something on, but Stan refused "no, I want to play the guitar for you now, this doesn't suit me will stop" your eyes were slowly closing, a smile was on your face... you loved him too much.

1/5 ; I am so tired...