And it's all the fault of the single braincell Adora must have rattling around inside of her otherwise empty head. Because nobody, nobody could be this clueless.
And Catra is done with being patient.
"If you're not going to help, then get out of my bunk." It's not even about Adora any more, Catra's tone turning sharp and bitter from her embarrassment. The only thing she knows how to do is dig herself deeper; to pull at her own wounds. "I am going to be getting myself off up here. I don't care what you do."
To prove her point, she throws herself back down and wriggles onto her back, glaring defiantly at Adora the whole while with her hands still in place.
(Why can't she stop herself from always trying to push Adora away?)
no subject
is going
to die.
And it's all the fault of the single braincell Adora must have rattling around inside of her otherwise empty head. Because nobody, nobody could be this clueless.
And Catra is done with being patient.
"If you're not going to help, then get out of my bunk." It's not even about Adora any more, Catra's tone turning sharp and bitter from her embarrassment. The only thing she knows how to do is dig herself deeper; to pull at her own wounds. "I am going to be getting myself off up here. I don't care what you do."
To prove her point, she throws herself back down and wriggles onto her back, glaring defiantly at Adora the whole while with her hands still in place.
(Why can't she stop herself from always trying to push Adora away?)