How is Adora this stupid? She's never going to make it to Force Captain at this rate, and then Catra's going to be the only one of them actually climbing up the ranks to take over the Horde, and then she's going to have to drag Adora's dumb ass up to the top with her.
"Come here." The sigh that comes from Catra's mouth is 100% aggrieved, because Adora is freaking out again, and she reaches out for Adora with both hands; tugging her to lay down, gripping her shoulder to guide her head to rest on Catra's chest. She wasn't really in the mood anyway - was mostly just doing it to get a rise out of Adora. And talking about Shadow Weaver? Definitely not helpful.
She curls herself around her idiot best friend; leg sliding over Adora's protectively, tail winding around her ankle, arms around her back. She is so dumb sometimes.
"You have got to stop listening to her all the time." Catra's the one who actually gets punished for things, and she still ignores pretty much everything Shadow Weaver ever says to her. But Adora always just has to be the perfect one. Catra rolls her eyes, but her palm and fingers still press against the tense muscles of Adora's back, massaging into them. "When has anything she's ever told you to do made you happy?"
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"Come here." The sigh that comes from Catra's mouth is 100% aggrieved, because Adora is freaking out again, and she reaches out for Adora with both hands; tugging her to lay down, gripping her shoulder to guide her head to rest on Catra's chest. She wasn't really in the mood anyway - was mostly just doing it to get a rise out of Adora. And talking about Shadow Weaver? Definitely not helpful.
She curls herself around her idiot best friend; leg sliding over Adora's protectively, tail winding around her ankle, arms around her back. She is so dumb sometimes.
"You have got to stop listening to her all the time." Catra's the one who actually gets punished for things, and she still ignores pretty much everything Shadow Weaver ever says to her. But Adora always just has to be the perfect one. Catra rolls her eyes, but her palm and fingers still press against the tense muscles of Adora's back, massaging into them. "When has anything she's ever told you to do made you happy?"