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Catra ([personal profile] usurpurr) wrote in [community profile] raiamemes 2021-05-11 05:26 am (UTC)

[Catra's nose would wrinkle if it weren't already so, but Eda's shameless shoveling of food is... something of an encouragement. She's not dead, anyway, so Catra's lips pull back in a grimace as she tries the first small spoonful.

Her tensing is less to do with the bland, wet, spongy mess in her mouth (---a younger her would be dramatically spitting it out at the table to draw a reaction), and much more to do with the witch's confession. Suddenly, Catra has a lot of regrets about where she's chosen to sit.]


Yeah, well, I didn't think someone with magic would just be waiting around in this dump. [Catra hates that this is where she is again: prying for information, playing along with someone's assumptions. She has no idea what a demon is supposed to be in this particular context, but if that's gonna keep the witch thinking she's more reliable than everyone else, Catra's going to have to take it; scoffing as she scoops up another token amount of would-be gruel.] What happened, the rations here too good for you to leave?

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