SassyWobuffet
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"H-hey!" Candice shouted, stumbling forwards. "Uh, w-wait up a second!"
This was bad. Tears were bad. If there was one thing Candice absolutely despised, it was tears. They tended to ruin just about everything. And history had taught her quite clearly that the tears of cute girls ate through all of her hopes and aspirations like acid through cotton candy.
Not that she knew how to handle crying girls, save to simply avoid being a crying girl herself.
Why was life so complicated? Why couldn't she just throw cookies at the problem?
Without thinking, Candice opened her umbrella over her shoulder as she walked, as if warding off rain indoors. There was some old wives tale about doing that attracting bad luck, but... Bad luck was exactly what she was chasing after, no? "So... Um..." She hesitated, matching pace with Sarah. "Your power is bad luck, huh? That's..." unlucky. Just the thought of saying it made her cringe. "That explains so much. All of my candy, since the dance, has been sour." She smirked, trying to distract the girl from whatever was upsetting her. "It's true. No matter what I make, it all comes out deliciously sour. Like life has given me a mountain of lemons."
"So... In short... You owe me." Candice nodded to herself. "It's only fair, right? You aren't getting rid of me until I see that pretty smile of yours."
This was bad. Tears were bad. If there was one thing Candice absolutely despised, it was tears. They tended to ruin just about everything. And history had taught her quite clearly that the tears of cute girls ate through all of her hopes and aspirations like acid through cotton candy.
Not that she knew how to handle crying girls, save to simply avoid being a crying girl herself.
Why was life so complicated? Why couldn't she just throw cookies at the problem?
Without thinking, Candice opened her umbrella over her shoulder as she walked, as if warding off rain indoors. There was some old wives tale about doing that attracting bad luck, but... Bad luck was exactly what she was chasing after, no? "So... Um..." She hesitated, matching pace with Sarah. "Your power is bad luck, huh? That's..." unlucky. Just the thought of saying it made her cringe. "That explains so much. All of my candy, since the dance, has been sour." She smirked, trying to distract the girl from whatever was upsetting her. "It's true. No matter what I make, it all comes out deliciously sour. Like life has given me a mountain of lemons."
"So... In short... You owe me." Candice nodded to herself. "It's only fair, right? You aren't getting rid of me until I see that pretty smile of yours."