[catch all with taichi]

[supercatty]

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week 0, wednesday

[supercatty]

[jaw theme intensifies]

[WHICH IS TO SAY!! post-party game wednesday, Taichi finds himself being. . . stalked? followed?? something?? throughout the afternoon, a very non-conspicuous shadow following him wherever he goes]

[who could it be. . . a mystery!]

[goalsides]

[A MYSTERY...

...that is to say, for a while, taichi actually does not realize he's being followed. like he's distracted or something. after a little while though, his spidey-sense seems to tingle and he gets the hint there's something there.

but he doesn't call her out yet. it's only when they're far enough from the most crowded areas of campus that he turns his head very, very slightly to try and see out of the corner of his eye.]

You could've just said hi, you know.

[supercatty]

[a cute giggle-snort drifts from a nearby bush/tree/PLANT OF SOME KIND. . . and then Catra steps out from behind it, hands on her hips and tail swishing at her back]

I wanted to see how long it'd take you to notice.

You're super slow, by the way.

[goalsides]

[he shrugs slightly, tilting his head as he watches her slink out from the bushes.]

How do you know I wasn't just waiting to see what you'd do?

[supercatty]

Because I could tell the difference between when you didn't realize I was there and when you did, even if you didn't say anything.

[cat instincts!!]

week one, thursday

[supercatty]

[hi Taichi!! have you enjoyed your week?? what about your Thursday morning? I hear you are near the field today!!]

[what do you do when a cat comes LEAPING AT YOU FROM NOWHERE and tries to pounce you to the ground??]

[goalsides]

[first of all everything is a disaster because fall and spring have issues and debate went badly and he's distracted.

second of all, there's a loud squawk as a flying cat tackles him to the ground, his soccer ball rolling away sadly. ]

Catra, what was that for?

[supercatty]

[what the fuck happened, fall and spring???]

[Catra is completely unaware of any of these issues, so she is just out here living her best Catra life as she cackles triumphantly]

The look on your face. . .!

[she is sitting on him again]

[goalsides]

[don't worry about it. but she is 100% valid even if the look he gives her is mildly annoyed. he also doesn't actually do anything to push her off yet and decides frowning at her is the best course of action.]

Ha. Ha. Yeah, okay. [...but he's easygoing enough he's not actually too mad.] You startled me. I didn't expect anybody out here right now.

w1 friday

[goalsides]

hey
are you up?
i wanted to check in after...pretty much everything

[supercatty]

[she doesn't reply until quite some time post-death announcement!!!]

oh i'm perfectly great, thanks for asking.

everything is wonderful.

nothing bad has happened to me at all!!!

[goalsides]

ichiro already told me
also your sarcasm needs work
but i'll let it slide today

[supercatty]

i will come find you and pounce you again.

[WHILE INJURED?]

week 3, tuesday

[supercatty]

[SOMETIME BEFORE ANIME NIGHT, Catra is seeking out Taichi, wherever he may be on this glorious Tuesday of week 3! she is wearing the dunce hat. she hates it. just ignore it]

[but she also doesn't have her sling anymore, even though she's still limping. the limp is probably the only reason he's not being pounced]

Sooo, how are we feeling today?

[goalsides]

[catra your hat. taichi's probably sitting somewhere near the ice rink and just staring at it. there's maybe a bench here. i'm making one up now. but he does look up at her and give her a somewhat lopsided grin.]

Still making sure I'm myself, Catra?

[supercatty]

[DON'T TALK TO HER ABOUT THE HAT. . .]

Hey, can you blame me?

[perches herself on the edge of the bench]

Are you?

[goalsides]

[HE HAS TO? but...he shrugs.]

No. As in no, I can't blame you. I think I'm still pretty much myself. No extra school spirit or anything.

w3 friday

[goalsides]

[he debates sending this, but after everything and especially with a dead winter, he does send a text.]

you ok?
winter got hit pretty hard

[supercatty]

[he has good timing!! Catra was thinking about texting him herself when the message goes through]

yeah, but so did fall

[goalsides]

no kidding. i was starting to think we were getting off a little too easy

[bad jokes]

what a mess...you'd think after yesterday people would get bored with murder

[supercatty]

[BAD JOKES. . . but her mouth twitches a bit on the other line]

crazy psychos always find a way to make people's suffering entertaining, i guess.

w4 saturday

[goalsides]

[after some things have calmed down...taichi will find himself heading for the detention room. there's a vast amount of guilt still that he's busy squashing down, along with his own kind of weird grief and exhaustion. by the time he reaches the room, all of his emotions are flatlined into something harder to read and as he enters the room he pauses just long enough in the doorway to look at her.]

...can I come in?

[supercatty]

[funny story! Catra is feeling nothing but numbness, too! she's exhausted her emotions to the point of where there's nothing left, so. . . when Taichi speaks, her ears twitch]

[. . .]

Can I actually do anything to stop you?

[quiet. flat. but not harsh. she's worn herself out]

[goalsides]

Could tell me to fuck off, yeah. [a beat.] I think you of all people have a right to tell people to leave you alone if that's what you really wanted.

[supercatty]

[. . . a small bit of surprise? of bemusement? she turns to face him, expression wrinkled]

. . .

Why. . .?

[why does he say that? to someone who killed, who had tried to kill again in the midst of the trial?]