revivalproject | He didn't like the dead bird

WHO: Catra, Tony, Jon, Cobb, Soldier
WHERE: Around Temba
WHAT: Spreading the wealth
WHEN: Just after meeting with Kaz
WARNINGS: TBD

Tony

For once Tony was asleep when Catra found him, head cocked to the side as she observed him in that nest, and she kicked at an exposed foot with a frown.

"Hey- get up. I brought you something," she insisted. As though Tony got plenty of sleep and this wasn't a rare and delicate thing she was interrupting. How dare he sleep when she had a gift for him.

She grabbed at his blanket with one hand and tugged to rouse him. "Come on-"

Jon

"Go away," Catra muttered, trying to wave off the flood of the mothcats as she approached, finding it difficult to get more than two steps at a time before her way was blocked, and she huffed. How mad would Jon be if she got rid of one or two, really?

She hissed at them, and tried to scamper past them.

"Joooon. Call them off."

Cobb

Catra watched Cobb from a distance for a while. They'd mostly only spoken over the device, and she was antsy about approaching him in real life, just observing- stalking really- for quite a while before she finally made her approach.

"...Here," she said abruptly, no introduction, just thrusting a covered bao she'd saved from Kaz's bribe at him. Her tail twitched cautiously behind her, and she had a look on her face that said she totally didn't care if he even took it.

Soldier

Catra was used to a bit of a struggle when it came to tracking down the Soldier, but she almost always managed to find him. Whether it was because he let himself be found, or because she had the added advantage of trailing his scent neither of them ever discussed, though today she fixed him with a confused looked by the time she found him.

"Why's there some other guy here who smells like you, but he's not you?" she accused, as though it was his fault, before abruptly offering up a single wrapped bao bun she'd saved from Kaz's bribe. "Here. I brought you this."

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"I could take 'em," Catra teased with a smirk, but she relented.

"...I don't actually know. But it's sweet?" She nodded encouragingly. It wasn't the best sell, but obviously she'd eaten it and didn't seem to have dropped dead. Yet.

"Mmm—" She probably could. Or they even could together. There just wasn't much need for it, not now. Potentially not at all, but one never knew.

Her word was all he needed; he'd eaten worse and his view of food was largely as required fuel rather than an experience. Taking a bite, he chewed carefully. "It's good," he decided. "Thank you for sharing it with me."

She shrugged a shoulder dismissively, "It's not a big deal," she muttered, though there was a faint smile at the edge of her lips. "Just thought you might like it so I saved you one. And uh...thanks for not...killing me in the other world, or...whatever," she added.

He didn't dwell further on it; neither of them were seemingly comfortable with gratitude. That was fine with him. Enough to exchange simple words and let them lie.

"I had no reason to hurt you," he replied with a faint frown. He'd offered to help her, and he didn't know quite what to do with that. Better to not mention it, right? Neither of them had been themselves. I apparently rescued a few cats from trees, so thank you for not getting stuck in one." There. That was much better than the heavier stuff.

She snorted and rolled her eyes fondly. "Like I couldn't get down out of a tree if I wanted. Did you really? Isn't that what fire...people do?" Catra struggled for the word, only really knowing it from those false memories.

"...You know I could've beat you, right?" she added with a smirk, "If I wanted to..."

"Clearly you needed to teach these cats a lesson." Though with cats, it could just as easily have been that they didn't want to come down, not that they couldn't. "Guess there weren't any firemen around, and I was."

He had memories of doing a lot of helpful things. It was disconcerting.

He shrugged. "Got the impression that you didn't really want to though."

"Firemen. Yeah. That's a smart idea. We should get those back home," Catra mused.

She mirrored the shrug, smoothing her hair back. "...I didn't. You're all right, I guess."

"Some people would call it a luxury, if you don't have enough fires to warrant a dedicated team to deal with them." Not that they'd ever really talked about their respective homes, but that didn't much matter. They had no way to return anyway.

"I didn't want to hurt you either." Though she probably guessed as much. "So we're even."

"...wasn't really a lot to burn in the Fright Zone," Catra mused, probably the most she'd spoken of home before now.

She smirked softly. "...Guess so. So- hey, are you going to come to Jon's beach party thing?"

"Might not be a bad thing. At least not in that regard," he replied. Perhaps that wasn't the best view to have, but he had it.

For the party though, that answer was easy. He was almost always conspicuously absent from community gatherings. "No. I don't like parties."

From a certain view point. He wasn't entirely wrong.

Catra pouted. "Well neither do I, that's why you need to come." It wasn't the greatest logic. "There'll be food," she offered, knowing that was what would lure her if she needed convincing.

"So we can be miserable together?" How did that logic even work, when it was something neither of them wanted (or needed) to do. The Soldier expected it was something else, that she was looking for an excuse in him. "There will be water and sand too."

"Yeah, exactly." That's true friendship. She gave him a look like that was obvious. "And that's why I need you there, so there's someone big to hide behind if someone tries to come at me with the water."

Or they could just not go; that seemed a lot simpler. "Why not just take what you want in food and retreat to a safer distance?"

Her nose wrinkled, "...'cause I'm trying the whole...being social thing," she grumbled, still not all that comfortable with the idea. And having someone else there who shared the sentiment would make her feel less like the odd one out.

"It's overrated," was the immediate reply. Still he could recognize the sentiment. And she was kinder about trying to ~~purrsuade~~ persuade him than others had been in the past. "I still at least pass through. To make sure you're not getting wet."

"Obviously," she agreed, but she offered him a small, grateful look. "I'll hold you that," she warned, pointing an accusatory finger.

"Or you'll hunt me down?" He shrugged again, trying to downplay the gratitude thing. They didn't need to talk about it. "Again?"

"I could hunt you down any day," she promised with a confident look, "You couldn't hide from me." Was that a challenge?

"I'll keep that in mind." Not that he'd truly tried; not that she'd needed to do it. And maybe that said something too.

He didn't like the dead bird

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