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boxitup2020-06-12 10:05 am
destinybound) wrote in boxitup2020-06-12 10:05 am
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"Catra! Stop it, it's for your own good! Ow!"
At the end of a long day of training, Adora is tired, sore, and wants little more than to take a shower and throw herself onto her bed. Wrangling a furious Catra into the showers with her was not on the agenda tonight, until a bot that hadn't been fixed quite right (thanks, Kyle) sprung a leak and sprayed them both with motor oil.
Now, the issue with Catra is that she's willing to shower exactly twice weekly, and both opportunities have passed. But Adora is not going to let her walk around reeking of motor oil until Monday. She's got her arms full of Catra and she's not letting go, no matter how Catra squirms, scratches, bites. In the ten minutes since she's initiated this endeavor, Adora has barely made it two steps into the showers, but her dedication to the cause and can-do attitude have always been cited as two of her strongest points as a cadet.
As they struggle and yell, Lonnie steps around the two of them on her way to the sleeping quarters, and offers Adora a sympathetic nod: "Good luck."
Adora grits her teeth.
"Look! In the time you've spent throwing your tantrum, Lonnie's already finished showering! We could've been done here!"
At the end of a long day of training, Adora is tired, sore, and wants little more than to take a shower and throw herself onto her bed. Wrangling a furious Catra into the showers with her was not on the agenda tonight, until a bot that hadn't been fixed quite right (thanks, Kyle) sprung a leak and sprayed them both with motor oil.
Now, the issue with Catra is that she's willing to shower exactly twice weekly, and both opportunities have passed. But Adora is not going to let her walk around reeking of motor oil until Monday. She's got her arms full of Catra and she's not letting go, no matter how Catra squirms, scratches, bites. In the ten minutes since she's initiated this endeavor, Adora has barely made it two steps into the showers, but her dedication to the cause and can-do attitude have always been cited as two of her strongest points as a cadet.
As they struggle and yell, Lonnie steps around the two of them on her way to the sleeping quarters, and offers Adora a sympathetic nod: "Good luck."
Adora grits her teeth.
"Look! In the time you've spent throwing your tantrum, Lonnie's already finished showering! We could've been done here!"
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It's not often that Catra makes herself purr, but it's seemed to -- help, once or twice before, in getting Adora to settle down. So, hesitantly, Catra looks for that part of herself; and a quiet, awkward rumble begins low in her throat, as her fingers resume their careful kneading of Adora's back.
"Yeah," she murmurs, trying not to sound as awkward as she feels. "Good night."