things just happen so much don't they

[adamantlyardent]

WHO: Cecelia, a cast of tens
WHERE: All over (except Jeopardy -- frick u, Jeopardy)
WHEN: April
WHAT: ACTIVITIES
WARNINGS: teeeeeeeeeeenager


Yo hit up whyellewhy to plan shit let's party

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[plentystrong]

[ At that, Catra goes quiet, and grim, and -- thankfully, for sure -- out of Cecelia's face. ]

Think what you want.

[adamantlyardent]

[exhaling in a huff, muttering:] As ever I shall, thank you very much.

[she huffs again, wiping at her face while scowling down at the magazines in her lap. it’s a stressful, embarrassing business, getting flustered and worked up while also being accosted by one so flustered and worked up. to say nothing of the weird ambiance; she makes a point of sparing herself from looking about to see the irate and wary watches in the cafe who just came to pet cats.

gods. so stupid. all because of that awful girl and her pack of jackals outside!!]

Here.

[she tears the cover with the offending images and holds it out without looking.] Shred, tear, or otherwise dispose of as suits you best.

[plentystrong]

[ Catra stares at the wad of torn paper. ]

Well, you took care of the tearing part. Trash can's over there.

[ She points toward the counter, next to which stands a big trash can. Yes, she's gonna make Cecelia go there herself. ]

[adamantlyardent]

[blink. squint.]

...These are the pictures of you. Why don’t you just do it? A mini attack on your arch-nemesis or whatever.

[plentystrong]

[ Sorry, Cece, right now she wants to get one up on you. ]

Uh, you created the trash, you dispose of the trash. House rules.

[ Colleagues shaking their heads disapprovingly in the distance. ]

[adamantlyardent]

[her mouth puckers and cheeks puff with indignation. but only for a moment. instead of blowing her lid, she exhales and calmly retracts her hand, slipping the paper into the pages of the magazine, smoothing out the top when done.]

There. I’ll see to it when I’m through with the rest.

[plentystrong]

[ Wait... is she trying to keep them as blackmail material? Catra narrows her eyes and leans in close, speaking in a low voice in Cecelia's ear. ]

You know those are not the only copies of those magazines out there, and that I know what your nemesis looks like, right?

[adamantlyardent]

What nemesis would that be? I’d hardly waste time with—[she pales.

quieter:] Do not.

[plentystrong]

[ Oh yeah, this? This is a vicious grin. ]

Then you really might want to take the trash out now.

[adamantlyardent]

[she squirms a little before getting up, shoulders drawn up as she shuffled over to the trash can. while her eyes start to brim with fresh tears, she yanks the torn page out and lets it flutter into the bin.

without looking up:] There. Happy?

[plentystrong]

[ Catra's grin stays in place. ]

Very. Thank you kindly.

[adamantlyardent]

Wonderful.

[she draws in a long breath, straightening back up and blinking her eyes clear. no tears! none for the victor.

stiffly, her gaze pointedy nowhere near Catra as she turns to face the door:] Then I’ll take my leave. Good day.

[plentystrong]

Fine by me!

[ But, since she's got angry colleagues staring down her neck... ]

You should pay, though.

[adamantlyardent]

Pay? [incredulous, gawking at her.] For five minutes of bullying? I think not!

[plentystrong]

[ It's now that Catra notices that the table Cecelia sat at is empty. ]

Oh, you didn't even order anything. Well, then leave!

[adamantlyardent]

I'm going, GAWDS-!! [huff puff! she storms out, making a very hasty and dramatic turn on her heel to dart way away to avoid detection. thanks for nothing, furball!!!!!!!!]

[plentystrong]

[ Which leaves Catra to deal with her boss and coworkers, but, well, she dug that hole herself. ]