south park x reader | one-shots (reqs open!)

wendy testaburger - guess who

"right."
reaching for your zipper, you couldn't think of a reason why wendy's hand hadn't moved from your shoulder from the few seconds you took to unzip your coat. pressing your lips together, your arms pulled out from the thick sleeves, and you were greeted with unexpected hospitality as wendy pulled your coat by it's shoulders and assisted you in taking it off.
"there ya' go. so.. how about we look around this darn place?"

you turned to look at the girl's expression once, and upon examination, her anxiousness—which could be argued to have lingered even with her previous eager eyes—was completely gone, because after tossing your folded jacket beside hers, she intertwined her fingers together and looked up at you with anticipation.

with her eyes much brighter than usual and her body leaning forward farther than anyone that just got out of a life-threatening situation would, your jaw couldn't help but clench at the understanding of one thing.
she will not let go of the conversation from earlier.

your eyes nervously darted away, and you proceeded to walk towards the room you noticed earlier.
"seems like this place was abandoned for a while," you speculated, eyes trailing along the cabinets of the room you just walked into with certainty. it looked to be a small kitchen without modern appliances; a small room fit for an individual that wasn't looking to cook five-star meals everyday. with a simple coal stove and a honed skill for hunting, whoever lived here most likely didn't have a problem with unseasoned meat.

your previous statement only earned more proof after you took a closer look at everything, how everything looked so corroded and even broken down from years in lack of care. you had to press a fragile window shut to ensure no cold air or rain kept making its way into the wooden structure, and the creakiness of the hinges made you anxious.

reaching for a top cabinet and raising your brows at the few canned goods that remained sealed on the gray-layered wooden surface, your surprise was wiped away by wendy's body leaning against the countertop just one foot away from you.
you almost forgot she was even here.

"why won't you tell me?"

her voice held an ounce of nagging, a similar tone a child that begs for something countless times would use. trying to hold onto her leftover dignity, her face held a poor attempt at a stoic expression, yet with her imprisoned pleading eyes matching her sulky voice; you couldn't help but scoff humorously.

"because you're friends with every darn girl in this gagging town."
your voice came out exasperated and quick; quick to want to end this back-and-forth yapping. this should've been dropped once the rain started, not continued.

she scoffed as though you said the most offensive thing and crossed her arms. "just 'cause you're doll dizzy over some girl doesn't mean i'm gonna tell her!"
  "uh-huh. except for your friends, maybe." your hand held a can of old soup, and you shrugged at the ink label on the bottom, your nonchalant gaze not once meeting wendy's.

wendy watched you with disbelief in her eyes, and there was a choking silence for a few seconds between you two as you searched for a can-opener in the bottom drawers.

rubbing her chin as she relaxed against the countertop once more, wendy pressed her lips together.
"..is she one of my friends?"

you couldn't help but snort at the detective demeanor wendy then held, and slammed the second drawer you searched with no can-opener.
"oh, most certainly. now let's play a game of 'guess who' and check off every physical appearance you get right."

wendy's eyes then darted up from the molding floor and lightened with excitement.
"really??"

"no."