"I thought you said no pink because those blankets and curtains look pretty Pink to me, princess." Catra teased as soon as she walked into the room only to earn a pillow to the face by Adora.
"It's magenta, dummy. Don't you know the difference?" Adora retorted, earning a snicker.
"Still a shade of pink, princess."
"Stop calling me that!"
Catra couldn't help it, Adora was just so easy for her to rile up and there was no real hostility between them now—which was a relief that Catra hadn't expected at all. She had expected the other girl to have changed, to have become like all those stereotypical preppy girls or something but Catra couldn't even say that about any of the people that Adora hung out with.
Although the blue haired senior with the sharp tongue she wasn't sure how she felt about.
"You realize that you're going to have to lend me something to wear tomorrow right and you're a lot more muscular than I am." Catra said as she took a seat on the bed, letting out a surprised sound when she found herself sinking down onto it.
"Uh...Adora, are you sure this is a bed or a giant marshmallow?" She asked, earning a laugh.
"some kind of foam. Don't ask, just do me a favor and don't fall asleep directly in the middle, I am not going to have to try to push you over to one side."
Catra found herself playing the dumbest games she thought she had ever heard of as Glimmer joined them in Adora's room although she found herself enjoying herself—despite the embarrassing fact that Adora had told the short girl about the horse incident.
So this is basically a slumber party type thing? I never understood the point of these things but still...
Adora fell asleep rather quickly, however Catra—despite how tired she was—couldn't seem to get sleep to come. It wasn't because she was uncomfortable, no she had slept in the same bed as Adora before but this time something seemed off.
Different.
What the hell is going on with me? She wondered as she closed her eyes and tried to will herself to pass out but she couldn't help but notice how Adora had put an arm around her in their sleep—something that wasn't unusual when they were children—but now Catra couldn't help but notice how soft the blonde was despite how muscle lingered beneath the skin.
Since when did she get so muscular or so soft? I never noticed either of this in the changing room. She thought as she lay there, glancing over at the her friend's sleeping face, which seemed much more peaceful here than it had been in the group home.
Well whatever awkwardness is between her and Angela it doesn't seem to be on a Beatrix level of anything. She noted, allowing some of the worry for her friend to drift away as she closed her eyes again, subconsciously cuddling a bit closer to Adora as she tried to settle for the night.