...the agitated swish of Catra's tail stills, the end curling reflexively as she thinks about it.
And then she huffs.]
You wish. Like I'd wanna match with anyone as lame as you.
[Which means she kind of likes the idea, of people knowing exactly who each of them belongs next to -- but she can't say that.
As ever, Adora knows how to soothe down Catra's mood well; and when Catra glances back at her to roll her eyes, it's with familiar exasperation. She still isn't over their argument, but, well. Adora's probably just stressed out. She'll see reason soon enough.]
Come on. [Removing the buckle from her belt is literally effortless for Catra. What's harder is tying the loose pieces of leather together without nicking them further, after she tosses the buckle over her shoulder at Adora.] We're not gonna get anywhere if you don't start moving.
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...the agitated swish of Catra's tail stills, the end curling reflexively as she thinks about it.
And then she huffs.]
You wish. Like I'd wanna match with anyone as lame as you.
[Which means she kind of likes the idea, of people knowing exactly who each of them belongs next to -- but she can't say that.
As ever, Adora knows how to soothe down Catra's mood well; and when Catra glances back at her to roll her eyes, it's with familiar exasperation. She still isn't over their argument, but, well. Adora's probably just stressed out. She'll see reason soon enough.]
Come on. [Removing the buckle from her belt is literally effortless for Catra. What's harder is tying the loose pieces of leather together without nicking them further, after she tosses the buckle over her shoulder at Adora.] We're not gonna get anywhere if you don't start moving.