All those times they'd fought. All those times they'd fought, and Adora could have been swinging a mop around instead of a sword.
Catra snickers to herself, letting Adora's cheerful rambling carry on. Despite the fact she's been regulated to cleaning detail, her tail sways in contentment. Adora just has -- a way, of making Catra feel like the two of them are in their own world. It's always been a bit of an issue.
A smile brushes her lips when Adora's press against her cheek, and Catra selfishly hits the snooze button on reality.
"I don't know, Adora." Her tone rings with false sweetness, and Catra's tail wraps around the obnoxiously glittering pole of the magic mop as she uses it as a brace for her weight, leaning against it. "All you'll do is turn it back into a sword. Maybe you'll actually be able to beat me at something if you keep it this way."
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Catra snickers to herself, letting Adora's cheerful rambling carry on. Despite the fact she's been regulated to cleaning detail, her tail sways in contentment. Adora just has -- a way, of making Catra feel like the two of them are in their own world. It's always been a bit of an issue.
A smile brushes her lips when Adora's press against her cheek, and Catra selfishly hits the snooze button on reality.
"I don't know, Adora." Her tone rings with false sweetness, and Catra's tail wraps around the obnoxiously glittering pole of the magic mop as she uses it as a brace for her weight, leaning against it. "All you'll do is turn it back into a sword. Maybe you'll actually be able to beat me at something if you keep it this way."