Never try to outstubborn a cat

[heeeyadora]

WHO: Catra, OTA
WHERE: Tunnel -> factories
WHAT: Dragging a whole damn bed across the city. Obviously.
WHEN: July 10th, following release from the tunnels
WARNINGS: Angry cat, will update.


Catra didn't want to hang around in the tunnels any longer than she had to, but she also wasn't about to give up that bed. And so she could be found hauling the whole damn thing inch by inch, mile by mile from her room across Temba towards the factories, dragging it around determinedly by the bed frame. She had to stop periodically for breaks, flopping down exhausted onto the bed, but she would not be deterred from her mission. She was going to get this damn bed to the factories and away from everyone else if it killed her.

[ooc: Tag with which ever tense/style you prefer and I'll match.]

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[beholding_archivist]

Jon had to gather and pack together his own things before leaving himself. The way the door has just disappeared when they stepped inside has left him cautious to leave nothing behind before he returns to not being forced to sleep anymore.

He doesn't expect to find Catra not too far from the tunnels, though. Especially not in the process of pulling a bed along with her.

"...Catra?" Jon calls out to her as she takes one of her breaks and approaches, one hand on the bag slung over his shoulder.

[heeeyadora]

"Mm?" Her ears flicks towards the voice before her head turns, expression hard to read as she recognizes Jon. Her cheeks grew a touch pink and she frowns briefly, knowing he's seen so much of what she's tried to keep hidden.

"You gonna start chasing after me out here too?" she accuses, hoping she can drive him away if she pushes before he can get close.

[beholding_archivist]

The Archivist offers a small smile in response. “I’m actually on my way home. Like most of us, I assume.” Only that no one else has decided to kidnap a bed.

“Where are you dragging this?”

[heeeyadora]

"The Factories." She gestures down towards the south-east, the same direction as Tony's forge.

"Thought I'd stay there and I liked these beds. They're squishy." Plusher than what she's used to, though Jon'll know that, having seen the bunk room.

[beholding_archivist]

"Oh?" Jon replies at Catra revealing her goal and looks in the direction she points at. "You're living with Tony?" Now that's a curious piece of information to come across. But maybe she just lives near Tony...? The forge is... It's not really a place Jon frequents. Even though at times...

And he pushes that thought away. Tony wouldn't appreciate him simply barging into his place, so he directs his focus back to Catra and her little.... Transportation goal.

"D-d-do you-- Can I offer some help?"

sorry jon

[heeeyadora]

"No," she scoffs with a squeaky voice, "Just...near him. It's a big place, okay. It's not a big deal." She crosses her arms and fixes him with a look.

And then his offer has her looking him over pointedly before giggling dramatically.

"What, from you? Can you even lift a corner of this?"

It’s a fair question.

[beholding_archivist]

Jon blinks at her at that reaction and opens his mouth to say something else before her giggling cuts him off.

“Now wait. This is no reason to be rude!” Jon protests, crossing his arms. “I have moved furniture before!”

[heeeyadora]

Her laughing grows even louder and she holds her ribs.

"Ha! No. Seriously. Stop, I'm going to die!~"

[beholding_archivist]

“What. You don’t believe me.” Jon scowls, but steps over to the ebbed she has been dragging and pushing around, narrowing his eyes at the load for a few moments, and then- Makes a not quite impressive attempt to lift one side of it.

To his credit, though, he does lift it a few centimeters. With visibly more effort than most people would need, mumbling stubbornly to himself during this little demonstration.

[heeeyadora]

"HAhahaha! Stooooooop." Catra literally falls over laughing, tears coming to her eyes, probably happier than most people have ever seen her.

"Ohhh man," she sighs, finally righting herself, unable to stop smiling, "You really are pathetic. Come on. Move. I'll pull. You can come if you really want."

[beholding_archivist]

Jon blinks twice at her outburst, but can't exactly feel insulted. She looks like she's having fun, which isn't an expression he remembers from being in her mind.

Hiding the little smirk that crosses his face once she gets back up, Jon makes a bit of an exaggerated show to let go of the bed and give a huff of indignation at her words. "No need to be rude!" But oh, he will come along.

[heeeyadora]

"You're weird, you know that?" she notes, hauling the bed back up again and starting to drag it along, not seeming bothered by his admonishment, "You're really going to keep following me? It's like you like it when I'm mean to you."

[beholding_archivist]

"Being called weird by a catlady. Well, that's new at least." Jon comments while carefully maintaining that slight air of earlier indignation. At least he is making an attempt to help push the piece of furniture. "And I think it's because you remind me of a friend of mine. His... Is rather fond of belly rubs."

[heeeyadora]

She chuckles, "What they don't have people like me where you're from? Sounds boring." She arches a brow at him at the mention of belly rubs. "Fair warning- if you try something like that I'll bite you.

[beholding_archivist]

"Actually, no. My world only has plain humans and animals." Jon shrugs, but then can't help a little chuckle at her threat. "Wasn't planning to try. Do you prefer ear scritches?" Those ears do look very inviting...

[heeeyadora]

"..." She looks a bit curious about that. "I've never really met any other cat-people, but there's all kind of others. Still mostly humans, but..." She shrugs, distracted then by his follow up, cheeks flushed like he's suggested something more intimate than he means to.

"...I dunno," she mutters.

[beholding_archivist]

Her reaction makes Jon pause and for a moment he wants to reach over and put a hand on her shoulder, but then thinks better of it. "Did I- Did I say something wrong?"

Was that an offensive topic for her somehow?

[heeeyadora]

"I mean...would you ask anyone else to stroke their ears?" she asks. It's...intimate no matter the species. Just because she likes it doesn't mean it isn't a little weird to ask.

[beholding_archivist]

"I- I mean... Bo. I- I suppose I wouldn't." Jon answers, feeling a little flustered now himself. "However... I would ask a cat?" But cats are a different kind of people.