Spa Day

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WHO: Catra, Tony, OTA (come find either of them in this state, and/or join the spa day)
WHERE: The Hot Springs, Temba
WHAT: Spa Day
WHEN: early/mid month
WARNINGS: TBD



With how often things seemed to blow up in the forge it shouldn't have been a surprise, but this particular occasion had left the both of them coated in a greasy smoke that clung stubbornly to their skin.

Catra was adamant that she hadn't caused the explosion, blaming it on the D.A.T.A. unit, though the truth was she maaaay have had something to do with it. She wouldn't have touched anything if she knew she'd wind up like this. Especially when Tony insisted the only way to get it off was a proper bath. Catra had protested, ready to live out her days like this rather than be subjected to that torture, but Tony tried to sweeten the deal by promising they'd make a day of it. A whole 'spa' experience.

And now that the horrors of the bath were done, Catra sat sulking beside the spring in some sort of face mask, hair up in a towel, nails painted and filed, with strange spacers between her toes, and cumato slices over her eyes. She turned her head towards Tony and grumbled- "When is the fun supposed to start?"

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Her ears twitched, following his movements, half ducking before surrendering to Tony's searching fingers with a low grumble.

"Who said you have to be quiet drinking tea?" She'd been doing it very wrong, "Is that why Jon likes tea?"

[in_extremis]

"I think that's because he's English," Tony provided. "Small country, very rainy, native gene removes taste buds." Outside of the matting she still seemed to manage, Catra's shorter hair was easier to control than it used to be. Tony could work his way through the rest of it with her brush with little resistance, slowly parting out the worst sections.

"My girlfriend," he eventually answered, when he had made enough of a pattern out of Catra's hair to focus on. "Before I came here. She was a lot like you, actually. Spitfire, ready to throw a punch. She ran a sister company of mine, then spent all night at parties and clubs, then flew across the ocean to do it all again the next day. Tea, though, was supposed to be a whole ceremony. You slow down, and you keep quiet, and you show gratitude for each other."