[The flash of light once more takes Catra by surprise, and when she turns back to look -- there's Adora, her Adora, looking just how she's supposed to.
It's true, of course, that Catra has absolutely no more information than Adora. That's an irrelevant fact, and Catra's going to disregard it with a flippant wave of her hand.]
I'm not gonna get distracted by some sword on the ground. [Catra totally would've gone for it first if she'd seen it, but -- shh. She has the higher ground on this one, and she's going to use it.
But her hand pauses in the air, her eyes narrowing critically as she takes in Adora's face. Rounded cheekbones, check. Strong jaw, check. Grey eyes, check. Normal, taut blonde ponytail and poof -- check.
...And no traces of the lantern guts Catra had smeared on them. Which is insulting, given that Catra's fur is stiffened and sticky with the stuff. As casual as she'd been with She-Ra, the way Catra handles Adora - grabbing her shoulder and holding her in place while she steps a quick and offended circle of observation around her - is ease born from a lifetime of familiarity.
And so is the way she gets up in her face immediately after.]
Where'd all the orange stuff go? [She says it like it's an accusation. Which it is, really. How is the process of cleaning out Catra's fur supposed to be any bit redeemed if Adora's not scrubbing orange stains out of her skin next to her?] Don't tell me you magicked it away!
[--She will believe in Adora's magic powers only when it suits her.]
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It's true, of course, that Catra has absolutely no more information than Adora. That's an irrelevant fact, and Catra's going to disregard it with a flippant wave of her hand.]
I'm not gonna get distracted by some sword on the ground. [Catra totally would've gone for it first if she'd seen it, but -- shh. She has the higher ground on this one, and she's going to use it.
But her hand pauses in the air, her eyes narrowing critically as she takes in Adora's face. Rounded cheekbones, check. Strong jaw, check. Grey eyes, check. Normal, taut blonde ponytail and poof -- check.
...And no traces of the lantern guts Catra had smeared on them. Which is insulting, given that Catra's fur is stiffened and sticky with the stuff. As casual as she'd been with She-Ra, the way Catra handles Adora - grabbing her shoulder and holding her in place while she steps a quick and offended circle of observation around her - is ease born from a lifetime of familiarity.
And so is the way she gets up in her face immediately after.]
Where'd all the orange stuff go? [She says it like it's an accusation. Which it is, really. How is the process of cleaning out Catra's fur supposed to be any bit redeemed if Adora's not scrubbing orange stains out of her skin next to her?] Don't tell me you magicked it away!
[--She will believe in Adora's magic powers only when it suits her.]