c-ta is here to spread some cheer @perfectlock ! I hope this suffering c-ta will meet your standards...! c’: I hope your holidays went better than his probably did
ok so my talent is Not Happy things but i didnt want to do a Not Happy thing so i did this. i dont know what this is except c-ta kicking. im sorry
At approximately 2:35 P.M., C-ta could be seen running out of the last class of the day and out of school. At approximately 2:50 P.M., he could be seen at the market square one mile away, completely out of breath and clutching his chest.
He sprinted the entire mile, and now he could barely breathe. Why would C-ta ever do that? Well, for the Christmas party he and his friends planned, everyone needed to bring certain snacks and utensils. C-ta didn’t have to bring any utensils, but he did have the job of bringing the peppermint chocolate cakes and the strawberry shortcakes. The two confectioneries that had limited stock and tended to sell out in hours time.
He had a feeling D-ne just wanted him to suffer.
In all honesty, it was only the peppermint chocolate cakes that were the problem, and the others did say that not getting those won’t be a problem if he had the strawberry shortcakes. But C-ta knew that A-ya loved those limited time pastries, and C-ta was damned if he didn’t get them for his best friend.
After recovering enough from his deadly sprint, he grabbed a grocery basket and jogged over to the bakery. There were a lot of strawberry shortcakes, fortunately, due to the season. He picked up a set of six, and cringed because C-ta knew there was going to be a fight over it, but it was cheaper than two sets of two for the season sale. Now, the peppermint chocolate cakes.
Oh god. There was only one left. Sweating, C-ta bolted for the box, and grabbed it- at the same time someone else did.
Fuck. C-ta knew he should have skipped school to buy these, he knew it! But that would have caused rumors, and then his reputation wouldn’t be as good, and his attendance wouldn’t be pristine–
Either way, fuck.
Putting a polite (fake as hell) smile, C-ta looked at his opponent and had to try very hard not to scoff. The other had messy, dark blue hair that even covered his eyes! How did he see the damn cakes? Why didn’t that hair just obstruct the guy’s view so C-ta could have gotten the cakes without issue?
“Sorry, but I was here first, and I really, really need the cakes for a party. Can I have it, please?” C-ta asked, saccharine smile in place. Please, please let something go his way today.
Alas, no.
The other huffed loudly, tugging the cakes closer to himself. “No. I want these cakes. Just say it was sold out.”
Think happy thoughts, C-ta. Think happy thoughts. Not letting his smile break, C-ta put down the shortcakes next to him and tugged the box of cakes back. “I.. can’t do that. My friends reeeally looked forward to eating this, and they haven’t tried it before. I understand if you’re doing this for friends too, but please, I’d like to have it.”
“I’m not buying it for friends. It’s for me. All for me. I’m going to eat it all,” the other said, trying to make C-ta’s grip falter by poking the brunet’s fingers.
C-ta’s smile was starting to break. This guy was going to eat it himself? Himself? If this guy was going to be selfish, it’s obvious C-ta deserved the cakes more! C-ta was getting this for his best friend, A-ya, out of kindness and love!
“Okay, look, look, I’ll pay you double the price of these cakes for them, okay?” C-ta said, putting his perfect smile back on. Give him strength, he would need it.
“I don’t care about money. I want food. And I want these cakes.” The stranger was starting to become irritated, if his shift in posture and glare from an eye indicated anything.
“Triple.” That was thirty dollars.
“No.”
“Quadruple.”
“No.”
“Look, I’ll give you a hundred.” He was getting desperate, okay?
“No. I want the cakes and the cakes alone. No amount of money is making me change my mind.”
Glare. This wasn’t getting anywhere. A small side of C-ta contemplated kicking the guy in the shins and running, but this was public, and he had a reputation to keep, and goddamnit he should have just skipped school for this after all-
The other’s phone ran, and he had to use a hand to answer. Even then, C-ta still couldn’t yank it away (what kind of one hand is that strong what does this guy eat he doesn’t even look that strong) but he tried anyway.
Being so focused on grabbing the damn box of cakes, C-ta didn’t really hear the other’s conversation. But suddenly, C-ta nearly fell backward when the guy decided to just let go. Catching his balance and clutching the box close to him, C-ta stared at the other in confusion and apprehension.
… Only to see the other’s face flushed with excitement. “You guys bought all of that for me? And three boxes of the specialty cake? And the season chips?” There was a slight pause in between his excitement, and after a loud, “On my way!”, he was gone.
God. Fucking. That guy had the cakes the whole time? This day was very close to becoming an official worse day, almost as bad as that time D-ne painted his uniforms with-
No. Do not go down that route again, just buy the cakes, get on your way.. C-ta picked up the strawberry shortcakes and made his way to the cashier with the cakes in tow. Please, let him have enough money for these stupid things.
Thankfully, due to his friends’ habits of wanting snacks, C-ta had more than enough money, and heaved a sigh as he took his bags. The cashier asked him to wait, though, so he paused for a moment in confusion. She handed him a bookmark, saying something about a promotion for the first day purchases.
Promotion for the first purchases implied that there would be more stock.
“Is.. is there more stock after today..?” C-ta asked, dreading the answer. To his absolute horror, the cashier smiled and informed him, yes, there would be more cakes after the first day.
He went through so much stress when he could have just come first thing tomorrow morning since he didn’t have classes.
C-ta was never getting the cakes for parties ever again.
ok since u picked ones that reminded u of me im gonna do the same.. the magician, the chariot, strength, temperance, the star, the sun-- pls note i dont actually know tarot cards and the actual worlds r what i consder u to b. ilu
You did the thing aaaAAAAAA A
The Magician: Do you have a special talent?
Yes! I can’t keep a lover to save my life!
The Chariot: Have you ever had to fight for something?
Someone(s), actually. I’ve um, lost every time, aha. But I try!
Strength: What gives you strength?
The people still on speaking terms with me? These people willing to be friends with me even though I take reclusiveness to the extreme mean the world to me. (People like you! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ )
Temperance: Do you have good self control?
I mean kinda??? I guess?????? If we mean strictly anger then yes, I almost never get mad or angry. But with any other emotion I could cycle through 10 in the course of a minute.
The Star: What inspires you?
In a bit of a slump actually. When I find something you’ll be the first to know~
The Sun: Describe a childhood memory.
It was in Eighth grade. I was beginning to take notice of people in a romantic way. My friend and I had been playing around and quasi-flirting for like 2-3 weeks. One day after school, romantic tensions hit their peak and I (apparently) decide that I cannot contain my feelings any longer. As my sibling and I begin to leave for home, I suddenly come to a halt. I turn, rushing through the school grounds until I find my friend. I inform them of a secret I wish to share. When pressed, I hug them and whisper in their ear “I like you” and then run back to my sibling so we can leave. Before I can pass the gate though, they catch up to me, kiss me, and tell me “I like you too” before going back to their best friend.