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"Ugh, Stan, you need to be more careful..." said Human Kite, or in this case, Kyle.
He was currently bandaging Stan's arm after a City Ninja's shuriken slashed its way into his skin, causing it to bleed. Apparently, Toolshed didn't dodge quickly in time, as Human Kite's lasers downed the ninja after that.
Stan nervously laughed at Kyle's comment, which almost sounded like a worried mother's. Kyle's hand was wrapped around his wrist as he carefully bundles the white cloth around the deep cuts.
The raven looked down at Kyle while he was doing that. Some of his curly hair came out of his head and the tight suit Kyle adorned. Stan still had no idea how the ginger could possibly breathe in that suit, yet here he was.
"Alright, I think I'm done," said Kyle, as he bit off a portion of the bandage. Stan looked at his injured arm. It was a decent fix-up with his blood slightly staining the bandage.
"Thanks, dude." Stan smiled and flushed at how Kyle looked in the afternoon sun. He was slightly sweaty due to the intensity of the battle beforehand and had that distinct scent of fresh wind and pine.
"You're welcome. Just, next time try to dodge?" chuckled Kyle. "You really need to start doing that."
"Hey, I don't exactly have a shield to protect myself, unlike you," Stan lightly punched Kyle's shoulder.
Kyle laughs. "Well, you can always count on me."
Stan smiled at the thoughtful comment.
It wasn't until they heard an enraged Cartman that they realizes they needed to get back onto the battlefield.
Kyle shouted an insult to retaliate before returning to his stance.
Stan follows suit, hopefully waiting for his chance to mend Kyle's injuries.
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"SHIT!" shouted Human Kite.
The crab monster guffawed as it slashed and clawed through the Kite's suit. Large gash marks were seen on the ginger's chest and stomach area.
Kyle grimaced at his injuries as blood spilled out. The gashes were rough and deep and Kyle felt sick looking at it. He turned his attention to the crab monster who was celebrating at its successful and harsh attack. (Kyle twitches his eye).
"Hey, leave him alone!" yelled Toolshed.
He flipped over his screwdrivers and a bright flash of light generated between the tools as the crab monster crashed into another one of its kind.
Cartman and the New Kid were busy slashing and throwing fireballs at the crustaceans. Kyle was bleeding out rapidly, his health nearing the red zone.
He tried not thinking about his injuries and shot down one of the crustaceans. Still bleeding, he hugged his chest to prevent some of the blood seeping out.
"Here, dude!" Toolshed injected his drill into a spray bottle. The bottle spritzed out a soothing and refreshing aura as Kyle's injuries went back into his body, skin closing itself up.
"Thanks," said a relieved Human Kite.
He finished off all the crab people with his ultimate, burning the battleground with his lasers from above.
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"And you say I have to be careful," Toolshed remarked sarcastically. He was stitching up Human Kite's ruined costume in his room. Needle going in and out between each stitch, being careful not to poke the ginger's stomach.
"Well," said Human Kite, trying to think of an excuse, "I didn't have time to dodge."
Toolshed snorted.
They both looked at each other and bursted out laughing.
"Seriously though, I saw that glare you shot at that crab guy. You looked like ya wanted to boil him alive."
"God, did I. Their laughs annoy the hell out of me," the ginger grimaces, rolling his eyes.
Toolshed hummed thoughtfully as he finished stitching up his ally's costume.
"Alright, I think I'm done. It's not much, but hopefully it'll hold up more." Toolshed smiles proudly.
Kyle looks down on his suit. The stitching was decent enough, although he could ask his mother to patch it up, it came from his best friend. That's what made it special to Kyle.
"Thank you, St- uh, I mean, Toolshed," Human Kite coughs out.
"Just doing my part for Freedom Pals."
The raven looked like he wanted to say something else but a voice interrupted.
"Stanley! Your mother called, and she says she wants you home now!" the voice which belonged to Mrs. Broflovski shouted.
"Okay, Ma!" Kyle calls out. A saddened feeling washed over him as he realizes his friend had to go.
"I'll see you tomorrow then?" Toolshed lets out an awkward chuckle. He stares at the Kite's hair, marveling at how beautiful it was before realizing he had to get home.
"God, I don't wanna go home," the raven muttered.
Kyle frowns. He knew the answer as to why Toolshed was feeling this way, but couldn't offer a buffer to the problem.
He gently prodded his hand onto the other's, squeezing it gently. "I can walk you home if you'd like?"
Stan smiles at the offer. "Thanks."
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Once they've changed out of their costumes and came out of Kyle's house, they held each other's hands during the walk. Stan felt better, though couldn't ignore the bile in his stomach, threatening to come out.
He really did not want to have to deal with his dad's shit again, but tried not dwelling on it. Instead, Stan wanted to cherish the moment between him and Kyle. Something only they can remember.
Stan noticed how slowly Kyle was walking with him. He appreciated it.
With a sigh, he soon approached his house. Stan can't call it 'home' with a certain annoying someone in the house right now.
"Well, I guess this is where we part ways," Kyle laments dramatically.
"Yes, dearest Kite, it is the time where I must return to home base," Stan follows suit.
They both chuckled at their lame attempts of dramatic acting when Stanley's mother stepped out.
"There you are! Come on in Stanley, I've made dinner." She grabbed Stan's hand and began shuffling in. "Thank you for walking him, Kyle, dear." She nodded at Kyle.
Kyle muttered a shy "you're welcome" before waving at Stan, who waves back from the door.