The Other Table, 3/10

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Kyle was not sure how he would review his weekend if someone asked him to. Of course, no one had asked him, except for his father, who asked him where the hell he thought he was going at 9:45 on a Saturday morning. Kyle really wished he had been able to say ‘nowhere’ because after getting back from Butters’ at 4 a.m., he felt like maybe waking up

Comments

[orphansock]

SO GOOD OMG.

I was thinking about this fic today, actually. I'm so glad that you've updated. :)

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DANKE.

[rikuxsora]

You don't know me!
I read this religiously!
Update soon!

:]
I love it like you don't even KNOW. ♥

[sekrit_omg]

You like it? I'm so glad! Never fear, updates are definitely on their way as soon as I can stop myself from repeatedly revising and just post.

Thanks for commenting!

[zombiexlemming]

Man, this is shaping up to be my favorite fic of all time. It's so freaking in character even in this absurd situation... I mean, you're skilled man. I'm very, very impressed, and I can't wait to read more!

[sekrit_omg]

Thanks! I have been getting a lot of positive notes about the characterization. I think what that means is, I watch way too much South Park. I'm very flattered, though, and very happy you're enjoying this.

Are you going to be posting anything to follow up your soup story?

[thesillymoose]

Kenny is totally Jack Harkness minus the elegance. I fucking love it.

[sekrit_omg]

Thank you.