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Introductions

Sheila Broflovski glances over at Sharon Marsh, a gentle smile having erupted on her face as their husbands desperately attempt in seeking the meaning in the women's conversation. Small hands tug at Sheila's tights, allowing her to stop talking to Sharon for a moment and focus on the soft green gloves tugging at her leg.

"Yes, Kyle?" She says softly, kneeling down to her baby's level and placing her hand over his, pulling it away from her tights. Kyle glances up at her with large, green eyes and blinks for a moment or two before glancing past his mother and onto something he'd never seen before.

A friend; another child. Completely different to himself.

Sheila stands quickly as Kyle tugs at her leg again, a small pink blush erupting on his cheeks as he hides behind his mother in a shy attempt of greeting the stranger a few feet infront of him.

The black haired boy, around the same age steps proudly out from behind his mother, Sharon and toward the shy redhead with a beaming smile upon his face. Kyle jumps back, startled, but steps forward as a red gloved hand is extended.

Kyle's own hand reaches out, comforted with green gloves he grins at the stranger and compares the colours that seperate them. "Hi!" The stranger beams.

Sharon Marsh laughs softly at the enthusiasm of her boy, and even Randy and Gerald have stopped their manly attempts and are fully focused on their two boys; and their upcoming friendship.

Kyle flushes a deeper red, unsure of what to do as the black haired boy's hand encloses warmly around his; and begins to move their joined hands. After a while; Kyle co-operates and shakes back, smiling innocently.

"..Hello." He says gently, his voice barely a whisper.

Large blue eyes glance back into green ones as the stranger removes his hand from Kyle's and flops it by his side silently. After a short while of a comfortable silence between the 3 year olds, the stranger chooses to introduce himself.

"Stan!" He grins, tilting his head to the side and poking Kyle's shoulder. "Wha's your name?" He asks, slurring his words childishly.

Kyle smiles at the excitement in Stan's voice and playfully pats Stan's hat. "..'m Kyle.." He mumbles. Stan grins and takes Kyle's hand into his own, pulling the Jewish boy into his arms and hugging him.

"You be my best friend now." Stan slurrs, hugging his new best friend and not giving Kyle a chance to deny the new offer. Kyle merely nods softly and wraps his small arms around Stan, barely able to touch his own fingers.

Sharon, Sheila, Randy and Gerald watch in fascination as their boys walk hand-in-hand out of the livingroom and run around the kitchen, giggling and laughing; as if they'd known eachother since birth.