[Don't worry, she has no intention of rushing. Catra is also breaking every personal boundary that might usually exist between two normal people, but which has long since been worn away for them - if such boundaries ever existed to begin with.
Which is to say, Catra's gotten a bit personal with her hair for a brief moment there, when one of her feet slips on the unexpectedly smooth surface of a pointed golden spaulder and her hands grip into it reflexively. She's corrected herself before Adora's hand even reaches her, slipping away from it. She's fine. Catra's climbed more dangerous things than her best friend before.]
Eh. Looks pretty much the same to me. [Is that a foot unceremoniously braced on the gold adorning Adora's chest, and a knee jammed into her forehead, while Catra maneuvers to be crouching the same direction as her, balanced behind her head? It sure is. And is that her tail batting, deliberate and annoying, into Adora's face? Right again. Some people just have no respect.
She gets a couple of moments to eye off the taut lines of Adora's strained muscles rather freely, before Adora's head moves; and Catra's a little late to stopping the more affectionate drag of her tail as it brushes along one of Adora's arms. She's still in time to be smirking, though; folding her arms casually on Adora's tilted head, and resting the front of her chin on them to look down at her, nose wrinkling at the nearness of the tiara. More and more, she's realizing that she wasn't only having trouble tracking Adora down because of the weird smells in this place or the misty fog dampening things. It's because Adora smells like this now, with the tickle of magic clinging to her even when she's her regular self.]
Forget the sword. [No, seriously. Forget it. That thing is bad news.] I wanna see what you can do to those lanterns. [They'll probably explode under her fists. Not as good as firing off a tank and laughing giddily as the adrenaline of a blast rocks the ground, but hopefully way better than dropping them off a roof.] Don't tell me you're too afraid of getting dirty to have a little fun.
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Which is to say, Catra's gotten a bit personal with her hair for a brief moment there, when one of her feet slips on the unexpectedly smooth surface of a pointed golden spaulder and her hands grip into it reflexively. She's corrected herself before Adora's hand even reaches her, slipping away from it. She's fine. Catra's climbed more dangerous things than her best friend before.]
Eh. Looks pretty much the same to me. [Is that a foot unceremoniously braced on the gold adorning Adora's chest, and a knee jammed into her forehead, while Catra maneuvers to be crouching the same direction as her, balanced behind her head? It sure is. And is that her tail batting, deliberate and annoying, into Adora's face? Right again. Some people just have no respect.
She gets a couple of moments to eye off the taut lines of Adora's strained muscles rather freely, before Adora's head moves; and Catra's a little late to stopping the more affectionate drag of her tail as it brushes along one of Adora's arms. She's still in time to be smirking, though; folding her arms casually on Adora's tilted head, and resting the front of her chin on them to look down at her, nose wrinkling at the nearness of the tiara. More and more, she's realizing that she wasn't only having trouble tracking Adora down because of the weird smells in this place or the misty fog dampening things. It's because Adora smells like this now, with the tickle of magic clinging to her even when she's her regular self.]
Forget the sword. [No, seriously. Forget it. That thing is bad news.] I wanna see what you can do to those lanterns. [They'll probably explode under her fists. Not as good as firing off a tank and laughing giddily as the adrenaline of a blast rocks the ground, but hopefully way better than dropping them off a roof.] Don't tell me you're too afraid of getting dirty to have a little fun.