Brewing Romance (Kyle x Reader) South Park

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After the successful roller rink makeup with Wendy and Tolkien yesterday, the next day of your Christmas break had unfortunately required you to spend your morning meeting up with the others at the Freedom Pals HQ. You weren't really sure why these meetings required you all to be in your costumes, especially when you weren't going on missions after buy hey, you were the only one who questioned it, seems like.

"The South Park County Police Department called me into the station early this morning." Mysterion brought up as he stood in front of the long table, where the other Freedom Pals members were seated. He then tossed down a hefty folder with a giant red 'CLASSIFIED' logo on the front of it. 

"The South Park Police Department? This shit is getting serious... Zzt!" Mosquito couldn't help but feel a bit nervous considering the size of the file that was thrown in front of everyone. 

"They're a bunch of idiots, really. Of course they're going to come to us for help, regardless of those who consider us vigilantes. We're making their jobs easier on them." Tupperware put in, rolling his eyes at the countless times they were called to help with smaller petty crimes.

"This is different, we're stepping into dangerous territory now." Mysterion gave no room for bullshit, he was serious. The tone of his voice said it all, and it honestly sent a shiver down your spine. "Long story short, we've been tipped off that the gang members we've been tracking for the past few weeks now are also part of some secret drug trade."

"This information feels really familiar..." Toolshed couldn't quite put his finger on it, but rubbed the side of his head as he tried to think about it more. 

"No, I get what you're saying. I feel like it's familiar too, but... it almost feels like the memory is a dream." Human Kite nodded as he agreed with Toolshed. It seems like they also didn't remember the night at the Peppermint Hippo. Not like you did either, but Mysterion remembered every single bit of it. 

"Isn't this pretty normal shit, for gang members?" The Coon couldn't help but open his mouth, and put in his own two cents. "Crimes, drug sales, illegal shit... Why are we focused on this, guys? There's better things for us to do out there!" 

"You're not concerned at all that this is affecting our town? An increase of drug sales affects the adults, we don't know if this could get to our families. What if our parents or those we love most get hurt because of these increase of drug sales?" Human Kite wasn't about to let The Coon blow this off or sweep it under the rug.

"Tough shit, Tweek and Keenie's parents have been dealing meth to people since elementary school, and nobody did a thing about it, why's it an issue now?" The Coon rolled his eyes, smirking when he saw just how pissed off that comment made The Human Kite.

The mention of your cousin's name immediately caught your attention, and you quickly shot your attention over to him for some sort of answers. Tweek's eyes went wide, and he quickly shook his head before quickly trying to explain. However, Craig put a calming hand on his shoulder, and spoke up for him. 

"That was almost ten years ago, it's time to move past that." Craig spoke in his usual monotone voice, but it sounded like he was trying to seem more calm for the sake of Tweek. He glanced over to you, and gave you a slight nod. "We can talk about it later, it's not an appropriate time right now." 

"I don't know why you're being a pussy about it, just go ahead and say it? The Tweak family put meth in their coffee for years, selling it to people. The people who supplied them with that? Keenie's parents." The Coon just pretty much spilled the tea in a matter of seconds for a conversation that should've lasted a bit longer than that.

"N-not cool, man." Fastpass put in, the tension in the air was so thick after this distraction from the real problem at hand.

The Human Kite gently put a hand on your knee under the table, and gave a slight squeeze as a subtle sign of support and affection. He must've seen the look on your face; you were about ready to punch The Coon's face in. Well, when weren't you willing to do that? His slight squeeze on your knee knocked you out of your thoughts, before you turned to look at him, seeing that he gave you a warm smile.