Catra is just a little bit grumpy the next day. Mostly because she hadn't slept all that much. By the time Adora had fallen asleep, there were only a few hours left until morning call; and of course, Catra couldn't have fallen asleep before Adora did, because then they absolutely would have been caught cuddling. And that would have been a reprimand.
So she kinda gets it, why Adora's been avoiding her. She's crabby when she's tired. But as promised, she guards Adora during their squad simulation training; sticking close to her and protecting the leg Catra had injured. Lonnie comments on it suspiciously, Rogelio makes noises that Catra doesn't care to understand, and Kyle thinks it's nice of her. Their supervisor is just glad to see her working with the team, comments on how she should be doing it every session.
(That just makes her want to do it even less.)
But then lunch comes around, and Adora's so weird and tense that Catra's tired brain can't even comprehend what's gotten her so worked up. And then she remembers, oh yeah, she's probably realizing that almost everyone around them is either talking about what they're getting up to in their bunks at night or talking about things that could be easily misconstrued as such, and Adora's finally cluing into it all for the first time. Even Catra, when her ear pricks to listen in on a nearby conversation, doesn't actually know if the soldier talking about spending extra time oiling his 'stunning baton' (his words exactly) is speaking in euphemisms or being legitimate.
By the time they reach lights out, Catra's yawning wide and shameless, every sharp tooth in her mouth glinting in the artificial light of the bathroom. She brushes her teeth only because they all have to, changes clothes only because everyone else is doing it, and is the first one in the dorm when she trudges to Adora's bunk and slumps gratefully onto it on her knees, folding down to bury her face in Adora's pillow. She'll die here now, thanks.
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So she kinda gets it, why Adora's been avoiding her. She's crabby when she's tired. But as promised, she guards Adora during their squad simulation training; sticking close to her and protecting the leg Catra had injured. Lonnie comments on it suspiciously, Rogelio makes noises that Catra doesn't care to understand, and Kyle thinks it's nice of her. Their supervisor is just glad to see her working with the team, comments on how she should be doing it every session.
(That just makes her want to do it even less.)
But then lunch comes around, and Adora's so weird and tense that Catra's tired brain can't even comprehend what's gotten her so worked up. And then she remembers, oh yeah, she's probably realizing that almost everyone around them is either talking about what they're getting up to in their bunks at night or talking about things that could be easily misconstrued as such, and Adora's finally cluing into it all for the first time. Even Catra, when her ear pricks to listen in on a nearby conversation, doesn't actually know if the soldier talking about spending extra time oiling his 'stunning baton' (his words exactly) is speaking in euphemisms or being legitimate.
By the time they reach lights out, Catra's yawning wide and shameless, every sharp tooth in her mouth glinting in the artificial light of the bathroom. She brushes her teeth only because they all have to, changes clothes only because everyone else is doing it, and is the first one in the dorm when she trudges to Adora's bunk and slumps gratefully onto it on her knees, folding down to bury her face in Adora's pillow. She'll die here now, thanks.