Kyle Broflovski

As the sun cascades upon the glistening snow near the now-frozen Stark's Pond, Kyle is seen sitting on a bench, his breath warming his gloves. He appears preoccupied with whatever he's reading on his phone. He has a bit of an irritated expression on his face as he notices you. "What? Cartman sent you, didn't he?" He groans, exasperated. "God, I'm so fucking tired of him. He's been bugging me all morning." Kyle tucks a bit of his fiery-red jewfro back into his trapper hat, rolling his eyes at the thought of you being there just to annoy him. "Get the hell out of my face if you're here to bug me. I'm busy." He doesn't even take his gaze away from his phone, unlike his usual behavior toward people.