STRESSED OUT — private

[dannychan]

/me, reading the dialogue in cartman’s boice: oh,,, oh no

kyle and cartman has become a bit closer in the passing years as cartman had seemed to become more mellow and.. accepting to others. he had dropped a lot of the childish things he did, and kyle had taken more of a liking to the brunett. “hey, douchbag.” he greeted, holding up the gift box. it was a few inches thick and had a purple metallic wrapping paper with a stringy blue ribbon on top. “happy birthday. we all sort of pitched in on that one, that’s your big present, so open that one last.” he explained and moved inside so the others could give them their gifts. the big gifts were a few games that had come out, five games to be exact, tel being games that they all never got to play as kids because they were just way too violent, and others being newer games they knew cartman had been saving for.

[peridot.]

Cartman was, admittedly, very glad that he had started to mellow out and become less of an absolute shithead over the years. He was glad to be closer to Kyle, and the whole group of friends seemed to be closer as a whole, so he was very happy. After he had mellowed out, though, he had noticed just how much being called fat and fatass got to him. It annoyed and hurt him, so he had tried to eat more healthy, and done more exercise - with a few cheat days occasionally, of course - and while he had slimmed down a bit and become more muscular, he was still a bit chubby. Blinking as the box was held up, he made a soft confused noise and watched as Kyle and the others came in and put down their gifts. He said softly, "I.... Didn't think we were actually gonna do anything for my birthday. Not that I'm complaining about you guys buying me shit." He smiled as Kenny flipped him off, and he went to sit down again, looking over the gifts curiously.

[dannychan]

kyle shrugged and smiled slightly. “you’re officially an adult. we thought it’d be nice to do something.. now open your gifts so we can all go eat!” he said.

[peridot.]

Kenny waggled his eyebrows and said, smiling, "Yeah, man! You're officially legal~" He was teasing, and Eric shook his head, reaching for one of the gifts, "Oh, shut up." He then said to Kyle as he began to open the gifts, eyes lighting up, "We're going somewhere to eat, huh? Careful, you'll spoil me."

[dannychan]

he snorted. “yeah, because mcdonald’s is so fancy.” he said sarcastically and flicked his cheek.

/you can decide what the other presents are cx

[peridot.]

Chuckling softly, Cartman tore through the gifts and smiled. There were a couple of books he'd been asking for, as well as a new drawing notebook. He'd been taking art lessons lately, and he couldn't help but be grateful for the thoughtful gift. He then got up and opened the large gift, his eyes widening when he saw what was inside, "Holy shit, this is... A lot. How much did all of this cost?"

[dannychan]

kyle hummed, pulling out his phone. “uh..around 225$ with tax.” he said and shrugged. “we all pitched in, so it wasn’t horrible for a private.” he explained and smiled.

[peridot.]

Eyes still wide, Cartman said softly, "I've seen your guys' salaries, dude. That's a good chunk of money, even split between the three of you." Kenny shrugged a bit and smiled, and so did Stan, who provided smugly, "Well, it was Kyle's idea."

[dannychan]

kyle blushed slightly. “alright, i might have helped with kenny’s portion, but stan payed for his in full anyways.. and it’s not like we don’t all get to play them too!” he said, not wanting it to seem like a big deal.

[peridot.]

/Eric is 18 in this (this rp starting on his 18th birthday) and Kyle is 17. As for TWs, nothing yet

When Cartman was ten years old, birthdays had been extremely important to him. He wouldn't have one without doing some kind of extravagant event, or tons of whining, but in the now 8 years since then, birthdays had slowly become less and less important. He still got gifts, and obviously his friends gave him birthday wishes, but usually they didn't do anything big. Which was why now, on his 18th birthday, he had been surprised when he had heard a knocking on the door. It was Sunday, so he had just sort of been laying on the couch and relaxing, and hadn't been expecting anyone coming over. Frowning in confusion, the tall male got to his feet and headed for the door, opening it and pausing when he saw Kyle, flanked by Kenny and Stan. Eyebrows going up, he said softly as he saw the gift boxes in their hands, "What the hell are you guys doing here...?"