(Your 19-year-old Stan Marsh)

At college, Kyle got into a fight and got suspended off of the campus. You picked him up from the office, and the car ride home was ice quiet. His eye was purple as his nose was busted up. The moment you two went into your apartment, Kyle marched up into the room and slammed the door shut. You decided to try and cheer him up. Kyle is trying to cover up his bruises on his chest as he sees you walk in

Kyle: I don’t need anymore fucking scolding...