...So it turns out Catra was wrong. She is, it turns out, not very good at dispelling mushy moods. Instead, it seems like she's just managed to play herself into the trap of Adora's dorky laughter, her heart skipping a beat as Adora's playful howl breaks down into it, glad to have finally put a smile back on her lips.
Adora's, just. Yeah. She's just - Adora, and she's beautiful, even sprawled in the chaos of the bathroom they'd destroyed, and for the first time Catra lets herself think that maybe, maybe she really is a part of Adora's future after all.
And then she catches herself staring, and the flush returns manyfold as she stands abruptly, water trailing in a steady trickle from her soaked tail. She ought to shake that out on Adora, too, but instead Catra takes herself to the bath and begins to gently squeeze the water out of it there. No matter how many towels Adam's scrounged up, Catra guarantees it won't be enough for both her waterlogged fur and both their soaked clothes.
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Adora's, just. Yeah. She's just - Adora, and she's beautiful, even sprawled in the chaos of the bathroom they'd destroyed, and for the first time Catra lets herself think that maybe, maybe she really is a part of Adora's future after all.
And then she catches herself staring, and the flush returns manyfold as she stands abruptly, water trailing in a steady trickle from her soaked tail. She ought to shake that out on Adora, too, but instead Catra takes herself to the bath and begins to gently squeeze the water out of it there. No matter how many towels Adam's scrounged up, Catra guarantees it won't be enough for both her waterlogged fur and both their soaked clothes.