[ AUDIENCE: CATRA ]

[dormheads]

Comments

[departea]

[ she will plop down next to her. ]

Spicy's fine.

How is it over at Winter?

[supercatty]

[pushing the bowl of curry towards Sally, and yes she brought utensils too. enjoy!!]

Last week Viola let us smash a bunch of pottery for fun. Outside, of course, and it wasn't the stuff she used to decorate her place. But it was awesome.

[glancing thoughtfully at the gingerbread stuff, though]

How's Summer?

[departea]

[ she settles the bowl on her lap.

and glances over to where catra is looking. ]

It's fine. Quieter than the first week. Everyone's doing their own thing.

[supercatty]

[. . . tries not to think about why it's quieter!!]

Lila showed me those cards Mabel made. Before she-- [well, you know]

It was nice.

[departea]

Oh... yeah.

[ she sighs. ]

Well! I'll just have to figure out a way to brighten the place up.

[supercatty]

[. . .]

Um. . .

[looking away, kind of self-conscious?]

Do you want, you know. . . help with that, or whatever? I can put up decorations.

[surely decorations would make summer so much livelier right??]

[departea]

You don't have to! If decorating isn't your thing.

[ she knows a lot of people aren't into it........ ]

[supercatty]

It's not.

But don't people, like. . . do things that aren't their thing for other people when they want to make them feel better?

[is that friendship??]

[departea]

[ ... ]

If I didn't have curry on my lap I'd hug you right now.

[ she can remove it but her instinct was to just jump and hug ]

[supercatty]

[puffs up like a cotton ball]

Wh-- what?! Why! I don't do hugs--?!

[OH NO SALLY STOP YOU'RE GIVING HER AN EMOTION]

[departea]

Hm?

[ she sets her food on the ground. ]

What do you mean you don't do hugs?

[supercatty]

. . . I'm injured! My arm is broken!

[stay back!!]

[departea]

I'll be gentle.

[ she's just going to

moooove closer to her bean bag ]

[supercatty]

[PUFFS UP EVEN MORE]

Sally!!!

[she can't really escape tho b/c her leg is injured but she is SQUIRMING like she WANTS TO]

[this is terrorism]

[departea]

[ yeah it's coming

she just wraps her arms around her as gently as possible. ]

Catraaa.

[supercatty]

[IT'S TOUCH WEEK. . . WHICH MEANS instead of pulling away or squirming to escape she is sagging in defeat and kind of]

[leaning into it]

Sallyyyyyy. You're embarrassing.

[departea]

Probably!

[ but she just laughs, obviously not insulted. ]

But you don't think it's that bad.

[supercatty]

[u_u! don't call her out like this!!!]

I think it's terrible, actually. Truly awful.

[she does not she likes Sally enough that it only bothers her on a surface level. the "i'm trying to be COOL and not at all FULL OF FEELINGS" level]

[departea]

How horrible of me then.

[ it's fine. sally's happy. ]

It's good to see you here. Really.

[supercatty]

[. . . settles a little, like a cat oozing on someone's lap b/c they're comfortable]

I like being here.

[really!! she does!!]

[a beat]

There's something I wanted to ask, though.

[departea]

[ oh that is usually never followed by something good

but she nods her head. ]

... what is it?

[supercatty]

[IT'S NOT BAD EITHER??]

I don't-- want this to happen, obviously. I don't think it will. Summer's tougher than people think. And if I have to, I'll swap back to stop it from happening.

[because protecc summer]

. . . but if everyone on Summer went away, what would happen to you?

[departea]

Hm... I wouldn't have a job? I suppose. There's no point in having a Dorm Head if there's no one in the dorm, so I'd probably be fired or at least furloughed in case someone moves back. I'm not sure.

[ she sighs. ]

But hopefully it wouldn't come to that.

[supercatty]

[and at that, she relaxes]

Yeah, I'm not that worried about it happening. It'll be fine.

[confidence!!!]

But I've been thinking about it ever since Lan Wangji and Lila.

[so she like. had to know]

[departea]

... we'll be okay.

[ she'll let go of her, but mostly so that she can look at catra more properly. ]

If you like it over there in Winter, you should stay there.