[ 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]
[ Sure is fun being made of muscles and blood and all that other fun stuff, right? That twisting and tangling makes contact nearly impossible to avoid, light brushes or an elbow or knee pressing somewhere faintly uncomfortable. Catra's tail continues to mostly be a nuisance here, flickering this way and that, whacking against Shadow Milk's limbs or sides with the surprisingly dense weight of a cat's tail.
The next few spins don't make things worse, at least. Sometimes they can free a hand, or move to a more comfortable position, though when Shadow Milk's forced to reach over her to get to the yellow circles she's blocked off they end up almost face to face, legs weaving to different circles. So close her eyes level up with his, and Catra blinks, then flashes her fangy smile. ]
Trying to beat me in flexibility? You're either brave or dumb, Milky
["Milky" is such a weird nickname. he stares back at her, his own pupils thin while he focuses. it's hard, being in this position, practically twisted around her with one foot only hanging on by a few toes, but he manages to laugh. it's not a hearty laugh, it's a little soft. but a menacing grin splits his face anyway]
Pffhee... HAHAHA! You should look in a mirror if you want to s-see someone brave and dumb! Most Cookies would know better than to tangle with the likes of ME.
[he's trying to intimidate her, though he doesn't have the power to back up his threats. she's already rescued him from a plant, so...
still, being so close, this competitive thing they've got going on... he likes it. he doesn't know why, but he does! maybe it's because Catra doesn't back down, and isn't scared of him. that's cool]
( Unfortunately for Shadow Milk, Pure Vanilla barely catches the sound of an unfamiliar voice before making his way to where the both of them are playing. He had been rather preoccupied up until that point with household chores, but the thought of Shadow Milk having guests is enough for him to stop.
And perhaps, rather unluckily, he hears the nickname that Catra had chosen for him.
When he finds the both of them playing Twister, he can't help but stop and smile. This was not something he was expecting to see... )
Having fun with your friend, Shadow Milk Cookie?
( He turns towards Catra. )
My apologies. I was not aware that we had a guest over. I would have prepared tea and some snacks if I had known!
She hears him before she sees him, flickering and swivelling her ears towards the noise with a slight distraction, barely a hint for 'milky' before the blonde cookie arrives.
Gasp. And they were roomates. ]
We're not friends. [ It's Catra that denies it first, does that sting? ] We only just met yesterday.
[ Nevermind how close they are to each other thanks to this twisty game. Two sharp, heterochromatic brats. Catra, at least, is managing to hold her place. ]
as soon as Shadow Milk hears that sweet voice, he bristles like a cat himself. there's a sharp gasp from him, and he loses all his concentration. Catra's comment about them not being friends only further rubs salt into the wound. good, he thinks. we're definitely not friends! that should show him!
but it kind of. feels bad. ouch.
anyway, Shadow Milk is crumbling to dust. not literally, at least. he falls back, losing his place on the mat, but then pops up and stares at Pure Vanilla with wild eyes and an embarrassed blush. he points at him]
You hear that, doughbrain?! We are NOT friends! So don't go assuming anything!
[he wants to fly, to disappear, to flee away from this spot where he's dying of shame. but he can only storm off to his room. Catra has won the board game triathalon]
( The both deny it, and Shadow Milk seems to stomp off shortly after. He frowns deeply at that. Perhaps that was just Shadow Milk, but he hasn't exactly stomped off like that before.
He looks to Catra apologetically, bowing his head a little. )
My apologies. It was not my intention to disrupt your time together. Perhaps if we speak with him, the both of you can resume what you were doing before,
( Was he pushing him too hard? Ironic that the feared beast was as sensitive was he was, but he understands, nor does he judge him for it. )
[ The game folds like a poor poker hand, and Catra's left slumping down onto the fabric TwistyTM mat with a blink, legs crossed and hands supporting her torso, eyes flickering between the two. 'Milky' speaks up, storms off, and Catra's expression briefly shows a hint of stinging sadness, masking it into her usual neutral grumpy look when Vanilla speaks to her. ]
Don't bother. If he doesn't want to then it doesn't matter.
[ Her voice comes out in a huff, just a hint of edge. Slowly, the cat shifts to stand, kinda short as she is, looking over the new arrival with sharp eyes. ]
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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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The next few spins don't make things worse, at least. Sometimes they can free a hand, or move to a more comfortable position, though when Shadow Milk's forced to reach over her to get to the yellow circles she's blocked off they end up almost face to face, legs weaving to different circles. So close her eyes level up with his, and Catra blinks, then flashes her fangy smile. ]
Trying to beat me in flexibility?
You're either brave or dumb, Milky
[ New nickname aquired. ]
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Pffhee... HAHAHA! You should look in a mirror if you want to s-see someone brave and dumb! Most Cookies would know better than to tangle with the likes of ME.
[he's trying to intimidate her, though he doesn't have the power to back up his threats. she's already rescued him from a plant, so...
still, being so close, this competitive thing they've got going on... he likes it. he doesn't know why, but he does! maybe it's because Catra doesn't back down, and isn't scared of him. that's cool]
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And perhaps, rather unluckily, he hears the nickname that Catra had chosen for him.
When he finds the both of them playing Twister, he can't help but stop and smile. This was not something he was expecting to see... )
Having fun with your friend, Shadow Milk Cookie?
( He turns towards Catra. )
My apologies. I was not aware that we had a guest over. I would have prepared tea and some snacks if I had known!
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She hears him before she sees him, flickering and swivelling her ears towards the noise with a slight distraction, barely a hint for 'milky' before the blonde cookie arrives.
Gasp. And they were roomates. ]
We're not friends. [ It's Catra that denies it first, does that sting? ] We only just met yesterday.
[ Nevermind how close they are to each other thanks to this twisty game. Two sharp, heterochromatic brats. Catra, at least, is managing to hold her place. ]
You still can if you want.
i'm sorry for him
as soon as Shadow Milk hears that sweet voice, he bristles like a cat himself. there's a sharp gasp from him, and he loses all his concentration. Catra's comment about them not being friends only further rubs salt into the wound. good, he thinks. we're definitely not friends! that should show him!
but it kind of. feels bad. ouch.
anyway, Shadow Milk is crumbling to dust. not literally, at least. he falls back, losing his place on the mat, but then pops up and stares at Pure Vanilla with wild eyes and an embarrassed blush. he points at him]
You hear that, doughbrain?! We are NOT friends! So don't go assuming anything!
[he wants to fly, to disappear, to flee away from this spot where he's dying of shame. but he can only storm off to his room. Catra has won the board game triathalon]
i love him anyways
He looks to Catra apologetically, bowing his head a little. )
My apologies. It was not my intention to disrupt your time together. Perhaps if we speak with him, the both of you can resume what you were doing before,
( Was he pushing him too hard? Ironic that the feared beast was as sensitive was he was, but he understands, nor does he judge him for it. )
stinky
Don't bother. If he doesn't want to then it doesn't matter.
[ Her voice comes out in a huff, just a hint of edge. Slowly, the cat shifts to stand, kinda short as she is, looking over the new arrival with sharp eyes. ]
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