[he has, like, nothing to offer her. but when she states her prize, he bristles considerably. he doesn't mean to stall for time, he's just... really unsure. and he hates feeling like he's not in control.
but Shadow Milk loves to hear himself talk, so, perhaps he can swing this entire day into his favor, still]
If you win, I'll be your servant for an entire week. Cooking? Cleaning? Listening to your problems? All of that, and more. Unless you want... something else.
[ She doesn't actually need most of that, but she'll find ways to take advantage of it. Unless something else comes up- Catra, on the other hand, DOES like to be in control.
She sets the fish back, sliding closer with a faint tilt of her head up at him, tail bumping against the back of both their legs as she fixes a pointed look on the colourful jester. ]
You still haven't said what you want. Though- So...?
Oh, right. I think your offer is pretty good! So we'll go with it!
[for now. unless he thinks of a better offer. for some reason, he's finding he doesn't actually mind that he'd have to pay Catra back? probably because he enjoys being around her. but, again, Shadow Milk's not going to just say that outright]
We can have several rounds, play a bunch of different stuff and see what's the most fun!
[ SO Cagey... Hmm. Is it a coincidence her 'prize' is also him spending a bunch of time around her? Maybe. Sharp eyes linger for a little bit longer before she shrugs. ]
Fine. For now. So, how do you play this thing?
[ She's recently familiar with the idea of fishing, but this is stretching it a bit. Moving closer to the table, she leans over to peek at all the slowly rotating fish. It'll keep her entertained for a couple rounds at least, depends how good Shadow Milk is. He's competing with a cat that's pretty damn fast and precise. ]
[Shadow Milk pops the fish he removed back into the game while he explains the rules. they are rather simple, try to catch as many fish as you can! the colors do not matter, usually, but they can play with them, if they choose to go harder. he even shows her the magnets and how they work]
[ The occasional tail swish, hints that she's at least enjoying the theme. Very well. ]
Fine. Looks a bit easy, but I bet I can beat you- Whoever wins the most?
[ She holds up her rod, prepped, grinning up at Shadow Milk with that classic smug cat look. Why does it feel like she's totally playing him? Well...
He may discover that she's FAST, and those sharp eyes aren't just for show, once they start going she's picking up fish at an incredulous speed. More importantly... Yes, she's specifically going for the one's he's about to just to mess with him! ]
[he starts catching, but Shadow Milk is definitely not as quick as she is. but that's okay. he's ... having fun? playing a game with someone? at least he's motivated]
[ She has thrown hands for far less, this is a poor move for self preservation, but right now Catra's mostly taking it as slightly frustrating teasing.
She lifts, reaching for the box, then gives him a sharper nudge as she lets out a huff. Grumbling- ]
[ Her eyes give a roll, shrugging as she leans down, tail swaying behind her for stability. It starts off easy enough, Catra's even grinning as she pulls out one of the lower blocks to leave the tower less stable before placing it atop. ]
Yeah, I know. Ive played this one before.
Are cookies good at small light movements?
[ and while they play, she's teasing, brick by brick. ]
[ Delicate touch, surprisingly so when she wants to, her claws pinch the wood and testing pulls find the ones that want to leave. Each time trying to leave it more precarious than the last.
Mostly, she's trying to leave the tower nearly falling over before his turn. The trick is not overdoing it... ]
[this time, he takes from the bottom, letting out a chuckle when he successfully pulls a piece. another, another. this is... surprisingly fun? but he is not a patient cookie, so it's only a matter of time... before...
bam! the tower falls over as he's pulling out a block. he doesn't curse, but his cheek twitches under his eye. no way out of this one...]
[ Catra barks out a laugh, hands on her hips with the smuggest feline expression possible. It's a tough energy to match. Smooth voice calls out, amused and haughty. ]
You made it further than I was expecting. But don't worry, you didn't stand a chance on this.
[ Is that meant to be reassurance? They're both a little mean, sometimes. ]
[she has every right to gloat, but he still cannot STAND it]
Ugh, fine, fine!
[he is the biggest sore loser. it's him. he glances around. mostly, he has board games, here, but there are other games in his little collection, like... oh, yes. this one.
he grabs a bigger box from under the table, it's labeled Twisty]
This one! it's a bit more physical, but it seems like it'd be a riot!
[ Hadn't he said something about getting used to a new body? Oh well. Time will tell if challenging the cat to a flexibility contest is a smart move. Her brows lift as they set up the game, looking over the pictures, the instructions. ]
So I just have to put my hands and feet on the colour? Sounds easy-
[ It always does, doesn't it? And the first few spins are, of course, quite simple. ]
It sounds easy, sure! We'll just have to see what happens~
[he sets out the mat and the spinner, peeking at the instructions from time to time to see if he would be able to cheat a bit. but it doesn't seem likely without his powers. so, fine, just a fun game for two.
[ Well, one could always interfere with the other player, but that's hardly be fair. Right? ]
I'm always ready. Bring it.
[ One spin, a hand down, another spin, a foot. It only takes a few for them to end up on all fours, not that tangled yet but they certainly are close. Catra, at least is mostly amused. ]
Think you can hold yourself up the whole time?
[ the next spin moves one of their feet, the only available spot in easy reach has her dipping down and weaving her leg between Shadow Milk's.
[the twistening is happening! Shadow Milk is thinking he could tickle Catra but, eh. he's not feeling up to it. besides, she's part cat. maybe she wouldn't like her hands and feet touched? he'll think about it!]
I can, and I will!
[hee, so confident! for now. Shadow Milk's foot goes for the same spot, but he winds up making another decision so they aren't sharing a color. this only makes their legs more tangled.
this is... harder than it looks! but he doesn't want her to know he's feeling the burn of muscles he didn't know existed. hopefully Pure Vanilla doesn't just waltz in here and see what he's doing. he'd never be able to live it down]
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but Shadow Milk loves to hear himself talk, so, perhaps he can swing this entire day into his favor, still]
If you win, I'll be your servant for an entire week. Cooking? Cleaning? Listening to your problems? All of that, and more. Unless you want... something else.
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[ She doesn't actually need most of that, but she'll find ways to take advantage of it. Unless something else comes up- Catra, on the other hand, DOES like to be in control.
She sets the fish back, sliding closer with a faint tilt of her head up at him, tail bumping against the back of both their legs as she fixes a pointed look on the colourful jester. ]
You still haven't said what you want. Though-
So...?
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[for now. unless he thinks of a better offer. for some reason, he's finding he doesn't actually mind that he'd have to pay Catra back? probably because he enjoys being around her. but, again, Shadow Milk's not going to just say that outright]
We can have several rounds, play a bunch of different stuff and see what's the most fun!
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Fine. For now.
So, how do you play this thing?
[ She's recently familiar with the idea of fishing, but this is stretching it a bit. Moving closer to the table, she leans over to peek at all the slowly rotating fish. It'll keep her entertained for a couple rounds at least, depends how good Shadow Milk is. He's competing with a cat that's pretty damn fast and precise. ]
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... we keep fishing until all the fish are gone!
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Fine. Looks a bit easy, but I bet I can beat you- Whoever wins the most?
[ She holds up her rod, prepped, grinning up at Shadow Milk with that classic smug cat look. Why does it feel like she's totally playing him? Well...
He may discover that she's FAST, and those sharp eyes aren't just for show, once they start going she's picking up fish at an incredulous speed. More importantly... Yes, she's specifically going for the one's he's about to just to mess with him! ]
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Oooh! You're fast!
[he starts catching, but Shadow Milk is definitely not as quick as she is. but that's okay. he's ... having fun? playing a game with someone? at least he's motivated]
stupid sharp teeth... bullying him
For you, slowpoke.
[ She teases, finishing off the first round with a sizable portion of the fish and a smug look. One hand on her hip, her tail twitches happily. ]
Best two out of three? Or are we gonna run through all the games?
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Shadow Milk suddenly produces a golden-colored plastic fish from somewhere. sleight of hand, perhaps]
Not so fast! This little golden fish is worth... 150 points!
[he places it down onto his worthless pile]
Sorry for your loss~
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[ Her eyes narrow, a small growl rumbling in her throat as her tail thumps against his leg. ]
That's not in the rules! You just made that up!
[ She's grabbing for the box to try and find the rules, if there even are any, what a grumpy cat! ]
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Awwww! Don't be a sore loser, Catra!
[this is not how you make friends, buddy]
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She lifts, reaching for the box, then gives him a sharper nudge as she lets out a huff. Grumbling- ]
Whatever, fine!
You'll lose the other games too-
Bring out the next one!
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Heehee! I picked this one! And, since I am a generous host, I'll allow you to pick our next game~
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Scanning, considering- eventually, she pulls out a box. ]
This one- Benga
[ A bunch of rectangular blocks, stacked in threes. All about balance and dexterity. Surprise surprise. ]
There's no bonus points in this.
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[what a jerk, he's probably lying. unless he cannot think of a way to turn the odds in his favor. maybe he'll just have to do his best.
they set up the tower and Shadow Milk looks at the instructions again]
We remove one piece at a time, taking turns. Whoever topples the Spire... oops! I mean, the tower, loses. So, you go first.
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Yeah, I know. Ive played this one before.
Are cookies good at small light movements?
[ and while they play, she's teasing, brick by brick. ]
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Mmn, I'd say so. We are usually small and light, ourselves.
[another from the bottom]
HowEEEEEEHVUUUR. I'm not used to using these fingers yet. My reflexes are different, too.
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[ Delicate touch, surprisingly so when she wants to, her claws pinch the wood and testing pulls find the ones that want to leave. Each time trying to leave it more precarious than the last.
Mostly, she's trying to leave the tower nearly falling over before his turn. The trick is not overdoing it... ]
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bam! the tower falls over as he's pulling out a block. he doesn't curse, but his cheek twitches under his eye. no way out of this one...]
Tch!
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[ Catra barks out a laugh, hands on her hips with the smuggest feline expression possible. It's a tough energy to match. Smooth voice calls out, amused and haughty. ]
You made it further than I was expecting. But don't worry, you didn't stand a chance on this.
[ Is that meant to be reassurance? They're both a little mean, sometimes. ]
Your turn to pick.
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Ugh, fine, fine!
[he is the biggest sore loser. it's him. he glances around. mostly, he has board games, here, but there are other games in his little collection, like... oh, yes. this one.
he grabs a bigger box from under the table, it's labeled Twisty]
This one! it's a bit more physical, but it seems like it'd be a riot!
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You sure that's a good idea?
[ Hadn't he said something about getting used to a new body? Oh well. Time will tell if challenging the cat to a flexibility contest is a smart move. Her brows lift as they set up the game, looking over the pictures, the instructions. ]
So I just have to put my hands and feet on the colour?
Sounds easy-
[ It always does, doesn't it? And the first few spins are, of course, quite simple. ]
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[he sets out the mat and the spinner, peeking at the instructions from time to time to see if he would be able to cheat a bit. but it doesn't seem likely without his powers. so, fine, just a fun game for two.
...which isn't that bad, all things considered]
Alright! You ready?
[he's getting a few stretches in, just in case]
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I'm always ready. Bring it.
[ One spin, a hand down, another spin, a foot. It only takes a few for them to end up on all fours, not that tangled yet but they certainly are close. Catra, at least is mostly amused. ]
Think you can hold yourself up the whole time?
[ the next spin moves one of their feet, the only available spot in easy reach has her dipping down and weaving her leg between Shadow Milk's.
The twisting is beginning. ]
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I can, and I will!
[hee, so confident! for now. Shadow Milk's foot goes for the same spot, but he winds up making another decision so they aren't sharing a color. this only makes their legs more tangled.
this is... harder than it looks! but he doesn't want her to know he's feeling the burn of muscles he didn't know existed. hopefully Pure Vanilla doesn't just waltz in here and see what he's doing. he'd never be able to live it down]
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i love him anyways
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