All creatures, no matter how small...

[heeeyadora]

WHO: Catra, Tony Stark
WHERE: The Forge
WHAT: A talk
WHEN: Beginning of the month
WARNINGS: tbd



Somehow, Catra still looked rather immaculate- that white outfit unmarred, short hair slicked back. It was really only the frown that still looked like her, brows creased as she found herself unable to enter the forge she'd previously been able to venture in and out of as she pleased. Honestly, she spent more time there than her factory, and Prime felt this action was surely an effort to keep him out.

Her claws briefly bit into her palms, and she considered simply slicing her way in, before the outward calm of Prime seemed to take over and she rapped her knuckles against the door with a stiff posture.

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[in_extremis]

That was not the exact sequence of the events that were going to happen, and Tony's reticence was clear in the tension of his jaw, and argument just behind his teeth, but it wasn't an argument that had to derail them now. They could at least agree on the basic structure, so he gave a tight nod, and gestured toward the workbench. "You can give me the details, here..." he instructed, searching for anything that could be written on and coming up with scraps of his Christmas cracker wrapping paper.