imeeji_frontstage | mingle (memory)

[wow, no snacks for her? unless she asks? this is unfair. she leans her cheek into her palm.]

I'm not disagreeing with you. I'm just glad you're taking them again at all.

Wh--I never said I stopped, just 'cause I haven't had one in a while. . . don't make a whole thing of it, just buy your memories.

[Sticks a hand in the back, rummages around, and comes out with a packaged melonpan from the conbini that she thrusts in Aster's general direction.]

Here. It's some dumb sweet thing.

[her eyes go all wide because even if kohime doesn't recognize it, she does. And she will gladly take it from her.]

Thank you. I love these things.

[but also, yes, she does need to buy her own memories, so she has to hold off the melonpan to do that]

Huh. So you don't want these?

[She dumps out like a whole box of choco pies and the Hell version of strawberry cream flavoured kitkats.]

I never said I didn't want them!

[wow, don't accuse her of not wanting food.]

But you really came prepared.

[She settles down cross-legged in the pillow nest with some jerky, tail waving back and forth.]

I mean, I kinda thought we could, I dunno. . . stay the night? There's all that craziness going on with the extra units, and. . .

[Smooths a chunk of hair out of her face with her claws, almost bashful. So maybe she doesn't just mean sleeping...]

[she pulls open the wrapper for the melon pan, seems to react to that.]

I think we should. It'd be a good-- I dunno... break? For both of us.

Exactly. You gonna come sit, or what?

[she scoots next to her, til they are right next to each other. she will, eventually, buy memories but.]

I'm sitting, aren't I?

[Wraps her arms around Aster and rubs their cheeks together with a purr.]

[she counter nuzzles for a second, and then slips her arms around her waist.]

[SHE'S NOT GONNA SAY IT.

BUT SHE'S GONNA THINK IT.]

[so cute.]

[If it's up to her this is pretty much all they'll do for the next 24 hours, and memories will be conveniently forgotten...]

[while she likes the sound of that...

she does start to rub her thumb lightly over her shirt.]

So... are you gonna play it?

Play. . .?

You, uh. You wanted me to go first?

... Do you want me to go first?

[she offers, supportive.]

. . .No. I can do it.

[She sucks in a breath and punches the purchase into her phone before she loses her nerve -- and just a short, quick memory plays. But hey, at least she finally remembers Prime...]

[uh.

that-- that is creepy and she Does Not Like it.

she looks, worried, at Catra.]

I really hate him.

[It sure is, she's still rubbing her arms, smoothing down the slightly raised fur.]

You think I don't?

. . .I think I knew it wasn't gonna end well, even then.

Well...

[she leans her head against hers. that place obviously wasn't the Fright Zone, Adora's not even sure there was a good way for that to end.]

At least you got away from him. Even if he still found his way to Etheria.

[She sighs, leaning into her.]

That was probably more you than me. Since I was dead or not dead or whatever.

. . .I'm fine. That wasn't a big deal, just sorta -- rattled me, at the time, I guess. You wanna go now?

... Okay.

[well, she has to purchase the memory--

and then press play.

It's her first directly negative memory between her and Catra, after leaving the Horde, and there are a lot of-- not great feelings that she's suddenly getting hit with.]

[Oh. She already has this one... it’s weird, seeing it from a different perspective, and she feels a little detached from it. ]

The battle of Brightmoon...

... I really don't like that-- sensation? Feeling?

[it's actually really unpleasant to have your adrenaline go that high suddenly.]

For memories like that.

[A little absently:]

I got promoted for that. Second in command —- I don’t know if you ever knew that.

... I can guess why.

[she sighs.]

You were really leaning into it.

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