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Suddenly, it seemed like Stan was shocked, as if a single glance at Kyle's tired face had surprised him. He kept talking before Kyle had a chance to respond. "I mean, he's just a dick all the time, y'know? So..." His voice trailed as he settled. Kyle stared up at him hesitantly, holding his fist lazily over his stomach as Stan continued on thoughtfully. "I mean, just... don't quit playing just because he's... him. I guess." Stan added quickly.
Kyle's face scrunched up. He pushed himself up from his pillow, shortly noting how his bones felt like they were aching from the inside out. "I didn't stop playing, I just felt sick." He rolled his eyes, tugging at the flaps of his ushanka to fasten it back into place over his haphazard hair.
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tl;dr: 'Human Kite' and 'Toolshed' fuck around and find out (they use their super best friend powers to make the author write disgustingly cute fluff because we're all real sad and lonely.)