Now that's just insulting. (And -- sends a really sharp pang of hurt through Catra's chest. Adora doesn't usually flinch away from her.)
"What's with you?" As ever, when she's hurt she turns to snapping, drawing back to scowl even as her ears flick rapidly to rid themselves of the water that's been splashed onto them. It's the only reason she sees the red flush growing over Adora's skin, and Catra's defensive aggression stalls for a moment as she takes that in, along with the streak of motor oil that her chest had left on Adora's back.
With a sigh of annoyance, she reaches back out - carefully - to pump an excess of soap into her hand. And with that same frustrated attitude, begins to smear it over Adora's back; scrubbing against her skin with the palms of her hands. That's the problem, right? So she'll fix it.
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"What's with you?" As ever, when she's hurt she turns to snapping, drawing back to scowl even as her ears flick rapidly to rid themselves of the water that's been splashed onto them. It's the only reason she sees the red flush growing over Adora's skin, and Catra's defensive aggression stalls for a moment as she takes that in, along with the streak of motor oil that her chest had left on Adora's back.
With a sigh of annoyance, she reaches back out - carefully - to pump an excess of soap into her hand. And with that same frustrated attitude, begins to smear it over Adora's back; scrubbing against her skin with the palms of her hands. That's the problem, right? So she'll fix it.