What's wrong, Catra? Scared of the big bad Princess?
[ The Princess currently giggle-snorting as Catra returns the favour, her tongue briefly darting out to taste some of the mess stuck to her cheek. It's a far cry from Bright Moon cuisine, but good enough to see them through a survival situation, until she can get in touch with Bow or Glimmer... and if she has to be stuck in a strange place with one other person, there's no one better than a friendly Catra to increase both their odds of getting home safe, even with a loooot of explaining to do.
In the back of her mind, she's already assessing the situation, planning ahead for their next move. They'll have to find a river, or a house with a functioning water supply; both for drinking and cleaning themselves with. Catra might hate getting wet, but it's an improvement over the freezing cold showers in the Fright Zone, and she can't stay covered in sticky goop forever. (Well. She probably can, but Adora's not going to let her.)
Idly, Adora wonders if Catra will be jealous of her magical self-repairing (and cleaning) Princess outfit saving her from a change of clothes. Their Horde uniforms are built for practicality, which Adora deeply appreciates, but she likes the idea of Catra wearing things not made strictly for combat purpose, more along the lines of her suit at Princess Prom. Catra might not remember that incident, but Adora does, especially when she knows it was designed to have an effect on her. Good thing it definitely, absolutely, completely failed to do so, except to put the idea of Catra in different outfits in her head months later.
But that's something for Future Adora to think about. Present Adora is grabbing another pumpkin off a nearby bench with an evil chuckle, wrapping her fingers around the gourd as she holds it aloft. ]
Had enough yet? 'Cause I can do this all day. [ Her plans if Catra disagrees are clear, and they involve a lot more ruffling and messing up of fur. All's fair in love friendship and war. ] Admit it. She-Ra is the coolest thing you've ever seen.
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[ The Princess currently giggle-snorting as Catra returns the favour, her tongue briefly darting out to taste some of the mess stuck to her cheek. It's a far cry from Bright Moon cuisine, but good enough to see them through a survival situation, until she can get in touch with Bow or Glimmer... and if she has to be stuck in a strange place with one other person, there's no one better than a friendly Catra to increase both their odds of getting home safe, even with a loooot of explaining to do.
In the back of her mind, she's already assessing the situation, planning ahead for their next move. They'll have to find a river, or a house with a functioning water supply; both for drinking and cleaning themselves with. Catra might hate getting wet, but it's an improvement over the freezing cold showers in the Fright Zone, and she can't stay covered in sticky goop forever. (Well. She probably can, but Adora's not going to let her.)
Idly, Adora wonders if Catra will be jealous of her magical self-repairing (and cleaning) Princess outfit saving her from a change of clothes. Their Horde uniforms are built for practicality, which Adora deeply appreciates, but she likes the idea of Catra wearing things not made strictly for combat purpose, more along the lines of her suit at Princess Prom. Catra might not remember that incident, but Adora does, especially when she knows it was designed to have an effect on her. Good thing it definitely, absolutely, completely failed to do so, except to put the idea of Catra in different outfits in her head months later.
But that's something for Future Adora to think about. Present Adora is grabbing another pumpkin off a nearby bench with an evil chuckle, wrapping her fingers around the gourd as she holds it aloft. ]
Had enough yet? 'Cause I can do this all day. [ Her plans if Catra disagrees are clear, and they involve a lot more ruffling and messing up of fur. All's fair in
lovefriendship and war. ] Admit it. She-Ra is the coolest thing you've ever seen.[ Accidental namedrop, whoops. ]