watching southpark and drawing goths x
"What the hell’s wrong with Clyde?"
I love this.
"Because I felt like it" blue eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips slightly, studying the other but he but back a smile, feeling slightly safer. He knew his reputation and by the look on Scotts face, he felt a little more confident. There was no way the Eric Cartman would be here without a reason that didn’t have to do with his biological father.
"I can ask you the same thing"
When he saw Scott looking his way, he immediately pulled his head back and covered his mouth but it was too late. When he saw the ginger suddenly right beside him, his breath caught in his throat, his red rimmed eyes widened as he stumbled back, almost falling onto his butt, but catching himself. He wiped his eyes and stood up straight, furrowing eye brows changing to a scowl. He was feeling vulnerable after all (hence him being here), so he quickly tried to recover from his state of mind
"You don’t own the place. I can come here too" he mumbled with the same tone as the other
Live hard die hard amirite
I think something I ate isn’t settling right in my stomach…
Do you have the shits
sad to see you go
Cartman came to visit his fathers grave every now and then. Not as often because it made him feel guilt and he was not a fan of that at all. Not use to it really. He only really came when he was feeling vulnerable. When he needed a good cry. Needed closer. It was his dad after all. He had mixed feelings for the man. He hadn’t known him at all and it seemed the man didn’t want to know him either. He hated him yet, he found himself wishing that he could’ve known him.
The brunette was behind a tree, watching his half brother lay the flowers down onto the grave. He spotted the ginger here a couple times he came to this place but he always made sure to leave unnoticed. This time however, he wasn’t sure if he went undetected or not. He had JUST ran behind this tree that wasn’t too far from where Scott was. He heard someone coming and was glad he did. He was breathing slightly hard and blue eyes kept his stare on the redhead. Watching him. There was no way he could leave without being caught. So he stayed out, trying to contain his heavy breathing from suddenly having to run to this spot
[yay!!! I’m doing great! Just at work and tired, HBU?
Because I have great taste in music and I wanted to show it off. Fuck you