[ He's far too nice. Catra's ears fold back, running the logic through in her own mind.
Shadow Milk is the one that stormed off, so why does she have to be the one to make ammends? It's unfortunate, maybe, that the cat's a little too prickly, and she has too many hangups about people leaving her to go chasing.
Her tail twitches to one side, narrowed eyes closing with a huff. ]
Whatever, let him leave.
He knows how to contact me if he wants.
[ She's not speaking quietly, a part of her wonders if Shadow Milk will hear her. It's an irreconcilable rift for now.
She turns, a sharp 'tch' escaping, and before Vanilla can even get a word in Catra's heading for the exit. Mood soured, go figure. ]
( Before he can respond, she leaves. He can hear the shuffle of movement and the door opening and closing. He frowns thoughtfully. His response is the opposite of what she's decided, it seems. At the least, he'll check on his housemate.
He makes his way quietly to Shadow Milk's door, knocking quietly. If he doesn't hear a response, he'll come back later to check on him. Perhaps he can leave )
[from his room, Shadow Milk Cookie cannot hear Catra leave, though he does hear some talking through his closed door. sheesh, he ran off like a coward. why? he's not even sure, but he is ashamed of himself. he hates showing weakness.
so when Pure Vanilla Cookie comes to his door, he opens it right away, gesturing and bowing grandly]
Is my prrrresence requested again? Oh, my audience is so needy!
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Shadow Milk is the one that stormed off, so why does she have to be the one to make ammends? It's unfortunate, maybe, that the cat's a little too prickly, and she has too many hangups about people leaving her to go chasing.
Her tail twitches to one side, narrowed eyes closing with a huff. ]
Whatever, let him leave.
He knows how to contact me if he wants.
[ She's not speaking quietly, a part of her wonders if Shadow Milk will hear her. It's an irreconcilable rift for now.
She turns, a sharp 'tch' escaping, and before Vanilla can even get a word in Catra's heading for the exit. Mood soured, go figure. ]
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He makes his way quietly to Shadow Milk's door, knocking quietly. If he doesn't hear a response, he'll come back later to check on him. Perhaps he can leave )
Shadow Milk Cookie?
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so when Pure Vanilla Cookie comes to his door, he opens it right away, gesturing and bowing grandly]
Is my prrrresence requested again? Oh, my audience is so needy!
[like nothing even happened]
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Er... Yes...
( As exaggerated as ever. He expects it to be an act, just as most things are with him. )
You see, you had left in such a hurry that I wanted to check on you. But, it seems as though you're in high spirits as you always seem to be.
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[he wanders back out to the dining room without saying anything further, and then looks around. oh, Catra is gone. and she won]
Hmmm! It appears that my hiss-terical playmate has found another way to occupy her time.
[whose fault is that, Shadow Milk]
Oh well!
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( Will he deny it? Perhaps not. Shadow Milk does enjoy his games, though the ones he likes are.... normally on the more dangerous side... )
Perhaps the both of you can find some time to spend together again soon.
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Perhaps.
[he doesn't want to cheat, even though he misses having his powers. he wants to show Catra more fun games, actually]
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( In a peaceful way, that can bring some joy to others. )
It seems as though the ball may be in your court, if I were understanding your companion correctly.
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She said what she wanted to say already!
gagtag
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...Yeah, well, it isn't your business, anyway, Pure Vanilla Cookie.
[you're the one who ruined the game!]
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For that, I apologize.
( It really isn't his business, but he feels responsible anyways. )
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Whatever. Don't even worry about it. I'm goin' for a walk.
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Was that his way of saying that it was fine? )
Very well. I shall have dinner ready for the both of us when you return.
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he says nothing, waving a hand in acknowledgment as he leaves the cottage. hmm, things to think about! he hates it]