Catra could well fall asleep on her like this, awkward position and drenched fur be damned. She brushes her nose up against Adora's in a tender bump, relaxing further as her troubled breathing and hiccups ease.
It's a very rude awakening when her ears perk up suddenly at the rapping on the door, and Catra's attention jerks as her muscles jump. That's right, that's a thing. They're still in Adora's family's house. (--And now that she's not scared, now that she's not hurting, she feels a little bad for having hated it earlier.) She's still destroyed their bathroom.
She has, as ever, apologies to hand out.
She shouldn't be surprised when Adora looks back to her instead of immediately responding, but she is; and a matching flush grows on her face as her heart does this -- weird little flutter, and she nods.
"Think he has enough towels?" She asks wryly. And then as if to prove her point, leans back from Adora to shake her head rapidly; water flying from her hair and face and shoulders to shower across the room and Adora's face. Never let it be said that Catra doesn't know how to destroy a mushy mood.
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It's a very rude awakening when her ears perk up suddenly at the rapping on the door, and Catra's attention jerks as her muscles jump. That's right, that's a thing. They're still in Adora's family's house. (--And now that she's not scared, now that she's not hurting, she feels a little bad for having hated it earlier.) She's still destroyed their bathroom.
She has, as ever, apologies to hand out.
She shouldn't be surprised when Adora looks back to her instead of immediately responding, but she is; and a matching flush grows on her face as her heart does this -- weird little flutter, and she nods.
"Think he has enough towels?" She asks wryly. And then as if to prove her point, leans back from Adora to shake her head rapidly; water flying from her hair and face and shoulders to shower across the room and Adora's face. Never let it be said that Catra doesn't know how to destroy a mushy mood.