[catch all for adora]

[supercatty]

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[supercatty]

[GROOOOANS and drags one hand down her face]

You're such a loser.

[. . . but fine. she attaches herself to Adora's back like a koala, holding onto her shoulders with her one good arm]

[superjock]

[heheheheheh.

She hauls Catra up easily, and then nods.]

Okay! To the student union place?

[supercatty]

[this is so lame but AS LONG AS NO ONE SEES THEM--]

That's the plan. Away, my humble steed.

[she's at least going to take full advantage of this!!]

[superjock]

[Adora rolls her eyes at that, but like. Affectionately.]

Okay, okay, here we go!

[She does not trot or run. She is walking because Catra has injuries.

A beat.

Conversationally:]

Y'know, you should ride Swiftwind sometime.

[supercatty]

[she's torn b/c on one hand FUCK YEAH??? on the other hand--]

Dooooooesn't he still hate me?

[she THINKS??]

[superjock]

I think you two could work it out. He's surprisingly understanding for a horse.

[supercatty]

He also kicks really hard, according to some personal anecdotes from nameless Horde soldiers.

[superjock]

[nods solemnly.]

He does do that, it's true.

It's pretty great.

[supercatty]

For you, maybe! But what if he tries to kick me?

[HER ARM AND RIBS ARE BROKEN SPARE HER?]

[superjock]

He won't, he won't! I won't let him!

We have a connection, or something.

[supercatty]

Just make sure you use that telepathic connection or whatever to say, "don't kick Catra, she's a good guy now!"

[superjock]

Yeah, exactly. That was the plan. It'll work.

Probably.

[supercatty]

Probably isn't very comforting.

[ALSO THERE IS THE SUB. TIME FOR THEIR SUB DATE-NOT-REALLY-A-DATE!]

[superjock]

[DATE-NOT-REALLY-A-DATE.

Adora just heads on in, Catra still held confidently.]

Oookay, so. We're looking for pinball machines?

[supercatty]

Right. They're where all of those fancy gaming machines are.

[tail flick]

Onwards, Swift Adora!

[superjock]

[oh my god]

Don't call me that, it sounds like I'm stealing his name.

He'd be sad.

[But she does go onwards!!]

[supercatty]

Adora. . . Wind?

[SAME PROBLEM, CATRA?? anyway there are the arcade machines. yaaaaay]

[superjock]

[The machines!!!!

Adora finally puts Catra down near the pinball machine.]

Okay, there. We made it. Now, which of these is your favorite?

[supercatty]

[pats the machine with her good hand]

I don't know. This one? They're all the same in the end.

[superjock]

... Yeah? You sounded excited about the machines but--

[A shit-eating grin.]

... Maybe you just wanted to hang out and go somewhere?

[supercatty]

[WOW???]

I had to "go somewhere with someone" this week for one of the tasks! Everyone else here is too lame to hang out with.

[defensive?? but in a humorous way??]

[superjock]

[heheheheheheh]

Right, riiiight... well, that's fine.

[She won't judge!!]

We've gone somewhere, now let's have some fun while we're here.

[supercatty]

That's the whole point.

Anyway-- do you know how to play pinball?

[catra knows now! let her teach you, friend]

[superjock]

[Adora does know how by now but

She can also kinda tell Catra's excited to teach her.

So.]

Uhhh... nope. Wanna show me how?

[supercatty]

[oh my god. this is a classic romance trope. good job, Adora]

So you're supposed to hit the buttons on the sides to make the paddles smack the ball around. You get points for the things that it hits, and you can't let it go to the bottom.

It requires excellent reflexes, so naturally I'm great at this game.