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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[sinistral]

"Sometimes I'm amazed at what I can shove into the mantle of 'wasn't so bad'," he mused. He got the sense that she didn't really like talking about herself, though whether it was out of a desire for privacy or something else he couldn't quite pin down. Truthfully — and surprisingly — she reminded him a little of how he felt at times.

But at least they could still laugh. That was important. "Say it loudly enough and maybe they'll give us a sign."

He hummed softly in response to her words and the way her ears drooped that little bit. "If nothing else, I'm good for some heavy lifting, right?"

[heeeyadora]

She offered a rueful smirk that, and nodded. "Get's pretty easy," she agreed. She felt there was a certain understanding between the two of them, one that remained mostly unsaid, but...she appreciated it.

She glanced skywards doubtfully. "Clearly their too cowardly to come down here. That's the whole reason they brought us here to do their dirty work."

"I could do it myself, you know. I'm just letting you because you seemed so eager to try. It's not because I like you or anything."

[sinistral]

"Does, yeah." Which was enough said about that, mostly because it seemed like they had an understanding around those less-than-pleasant things. He experienced a brief distaste about the idea of someone so apparently young having such an understanding, but then again, he'd trained ones younger than her. What did that make him?

He already knew the answer to that question, and this was not the time to redefine a monster.

Following her line of sight for a minute, he shrugged his human shoulder. Funny how there seemed to be an unsaid agreement of looking to the sky in thinking about the Agrii; he'd caught himself doing much the same. "Cowards usually are pretty good at hiding behind delegation," he agreed, "and finding creative ways to make other people do their work for them."

This just in: the Agrii were middle management. Pass it on.

"I'm sure you've been silently judging my form this entire time." Easier to stray toward the almost-teasing than back into the too-close-to-similar truths they'd been dancing around. "And because you're so generous."

[heeeyadora]

Catra'ss far too familiar with all that, humming thoughtfully.

She snorts, giving him a look, not sure anyone has ever described her as generous before now, and she smirks pointedly, shrugging a shoulder. "Yeah, well...I am known for my generosity."

[sinistral]

Strange, how the similarities keep cropping up. And strange how it's not exactly uncomfortable. Not that either of them would ever admit as much.

"Known for a lot of things, huh?" he comments, trying to keep it casual. "Must be pretty famous, where you're from."

Though with a name like the Fright Zone, that might not be a good thing.

[heeeyadora]

Her chest swells a little, though that pride is maybe a little short lived, a little tainted...

"Pretty famous," she agrees.

[sinistral]

"Suppose it's weird here, being not famous." He steals a glance at her, sidelong. "Gotta start over from scratch and all."

For him it's preferable; anonymity is more than welcome, and solitude right alongside it. He has however noted that his viewpoint is somewhat unique and not at all normal in others' eyes.