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[lozislaw]

First Lines of 2024

My first writings of 2024. Thanks so much for tagging me @thegloriousninjaturtle you beautiful bastard, I've certainly been cooking, for a few fics in fact. Go read their wondrous fics full of nothing but bunny sluttery :p

I Don't Want Antibody But You (Chapter 12 in progress):

Backtrack, and it hits him:

“I know you.”

It wasn’t really the looks that did it, though they were pretty distinctive; that Kyle look. No, it was the voice; that Kyle voice. It shook him out of his stupor the first time, and the second was catching up. Kyle was looking at him like someone might look at a pet they dug up out of the ground. It was making Stan wanna vomit again.

No that’s right, it was Kyle who put him in the tub. He was standing there looking like he’d vomit himself. Well at least they could do it together.

Kyle said something, Stan couldn’t really hear it. It sounded passive-aggressive. So Kyle.

“Yeah – no, I remember you. That hair.”

“What about my name? Or has alcohol killed that part of your brain too?” Kyle asked, his voice strained.

Stan smiled, though it wasn’t funny. It was kind of sickening. In a kind of half-panicked haze, he realised this was the longest conversation they’ve had for years. The haze is thick, so it doesn’t show on his face.

“I bet you don’t ‘member mine,” Stan said, dulling the pain by tearing the thoughts to shreds. “You knew me too.”

Or at least tried to.

“I asked you first.”

So Kyle.

“You’re Kyle,” Stan smiled wobbily. Saying that felt good, like taking a secret little piece back with him to hoard. Kyle wasn’t his anymore, so he could at least have a momento.

“Why are you drunk?” Kyle asked.

“No no, it’s your turn remember,” Stan sang. That question stung, did he even have an answer? It was fun.

No it wasn’t.

It was his own little special therapy, since Randy thought real therapy was for gay pussies, and god forbid you be either.

“You’re Stan,” Kyle sighed, and let Stan see it all for one split second that he nearly missed. Kyle averted his eyes and looked around for someone in the empty bathroom, Stan lying collapsed in the tub and feeling a low thrumming headache approaching. He had wondered if Kyle remembered him. They were different people now. It's not like he hadn’t pushed for the split. It just hurt. Everything fucking hurt.

“That’s it,” Stan nodded. “Good job.”

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