Little Red Riding Kyle- The Story Of A Little Gay Boy And His Adventure With Four Hilarious Women. One day, Little Red Riding Kyle was walking through the forest, thinking about guys. He was on his way to visit his grandma who was a little black boy named Token, get over it. #southpark#kylebroflovski#littleredridingkyle
Winter was fastly approaching the same village and that meant that Kyle needed to be fast about these last few deliveries. His father was a baker and made several delicious pastries and baked goods. His son, whom had been transporting his goods through the forest for a while now, was one of the only people he trusted with the task. It was just them that lived together. On rare occasions Kyle would ask about his mother, he was older now, he deserved to know; however, his father always dismissed the question. It was as if there was something he was not suppose to know. He sighed. It had been such a cold day.
Frost had already set in and the grass crunched under his feet as he walked around outside the bakery. He was putting things away and cleaning up. All Kyle wanted was for the day to be over. He had made so many deliveries today that his feet ached. To be fair, he was notorious for his speedy deliveries, as he was a pretty fast walker, despite him pausing at times to admire the forest and all it had to offer. Even with being how old he was, and doing this task several times, he was still curious and his explorer side showed so often. And, with all this traveling and wandering, regardless of his father telling him not to go too far from the path.... His feet would get sore.
As they went to their cottage for the night, Kyle was the first to go on inside. He had retrieved a pot and rushed outside to pump water into it. As it was full he got his father's help to drag it inside to warm it. Once it was at perfect tempature, they filled up the tub— which was a standard washing tin (noting more rich people had them, as poor people used the creek). His father left, leaving Kyle alone, in which he stripped, about ready to slip out of his cloak, as he dipped his feet in.
( I originally was going to make him at a lake.. but I figured would be too? Lol. Idk. Art belongs to siidauren on tumblr! )