[Well, the sword didn't sap all the 'Adora' out of Adora, that's for sure. She's still got her dumb cocky grin and showboating tendencies, even if she's apparently stuck with the shorts. (Which is just, such a weird concept. Adora's been in pants since pretty much forever, and don't even start Catra on the amount of times she's teased Adora about her ever-present ponytail and hairpoof. Figures it'd take a ~magical transformation~ to force her out of those.)
Catra's eyes do linger on the flex of her bicep, because -- they're friends, and it's not like it's the first time Adora's been proud to show off. But as ever, that lingering look is all the ground she gets from Catra, and even that's tinged with amusement.]
Huh. You know, I think I almost see it. [That slow swish of her tail and narrowing of her eyes are warnings, Adora. Ones that might be a bit more visible than the tensing of the muscles in her legs.] Hold still a sec, would you?
[Adora wanted her to get a closer look? Okay, Catra will go in for a closer look. It's not that big of a jump to make it from the roof to land - intentionally heavy - on her shoulders. If Adora stumbles or falls, so be it. It's no skin off Catra's nose.]
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Catra's eyes do linger on the flex of her bicep, because -- they're friends, and it's not like it's the first time Adora's been proud to show off. But as ever, that lingering look is all the ground she gets from Catra, and even that's tinged with amusement.]
Huh. You know, I think I almost see it. [That slow swish of her tail and narrowing of her eyes are warnings, Adora. Ones that might be a bit more visible than the tensing of the muscles in her legs.] Hold still a sec, would you?
[Adora wanted her to get a closer look? Okay, Catra will go in for a closer look. It's not that big of a jump to make it from the roof to land - intentionally heavy - on her shoulders. If Adora stumbles or falls, so be it. It's no skin off Catra's nose.]