Adora laughs, and she doesn't have to force it -- Catra is sweet, no matter how many layers of smugness she wraps it up in. Adora's glad for her.
"Thank you," she says, reaching for her hand as they finally head back into the living room. God, it feels like they spent weeks in that bathroom -- when in reality, they probably only just dipped into the territory of uncomfortably long.
There's really no graceful way to leave your newfound family's bathroom after spending the better part of an hour screaming bloody murder in there, wrecking it and flooding it. And the fact she's leaving it hand-in-hand with the person she was just screaming bloody murder at, well, that's just the icing on the awkward cake.
Fortunately, Adora's been in so many awkward situations since leaving the Horde that she's now a seasoned pro.
"Hey, guys. Thanks for the towels. We wiped the floor-- uh, not with the towels, I turned my sword into a mop. That's just a normal thing I do, don't worry about it."
That gets Adora a raised eyebrow from her dad, a nervous chuckle from her brother, and an ushering into the nearest seat from her mother. There's a cup of tea set out in front of her, and in front of Catra's seat, too, and it's a bit chipped but the coaster has little floral paintings on it. It's nice.
She raises the cup to her lips and takes a long sip, her other hand still planted firmly in Catra's.
"I'm really sorry about this whole mess, again. We're not usually like this. I mean-- I am usually She-ra, and I do fight giant monsters, like, pretty often, and heal things? But uh, not so much with the yelling. And the bathroom-ruining. We normally get along great!" She enthusiastically holds up her hand linked with Catra's, as proof.
"It's just been..." she draws in a breath, lets it all out on that emphasis: "a really weird day."
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"Thank you," she says, reaching for her hand as they finally head back into the living room. God, it feels like they spent weeks in that bathroom -- when in reality, they probably only just dipped into the territory of uncomfortably long.
There's really no graceful way to leave your newfound family's bathroom after spending the better part of an hour screaming bloody murder in there, wrecking it and flooding it. And the fact she's leaving it hand-in-hand with the person she was just screaming bloody murder at, well, that's just the icing on the awkward cake.
Fortunately, Adora's been in so many awkward situations since leaving the Horde that she's now a seasoned pro.
"Hey, guys. Thanks for the towels. We wiped the floor-- uh, not with the towels, I turned my sword into a mop. That's just a normal thing I do, don't worry about it."
That gets Adora a raised eyebrow from her dad, a nervous chuckle from her brother, and an ushering into the nearest seat from her mother. There's a cup of tea set out in front of her, and in front of Catra's seat, too, and it's a bit chipped but the coaster has little floral paintings on it. It's nice.
She raises the cup to her lips and takes a long sip, her other hand still planted firmly in Catra's.
"I'm really sorry about this whole mess, again. We're not usually like this. I mean-- I am usually She-ra, and I do fight giant monsters, like, pretty often, and heal things? But uh, not so much with the yelling. And the bathroom-ruining. We normally get along great!" She enthusiastically holds up her hand linked with Catra's, as proof.
"It's just been..." she draws in a breath, lets it all out on that emphasis: "a really weird day."