rage

Scorpia: IT'S MY STYLE NOW. I THINK IT'S KINDA COOL, IT'S LIKE IM ALWAYS EXITED

Scorpia: BCOS WE HAD A LOBSTER SPECIAL AT THE MYSTIC GRILL. CUSTOMER SAID THEY DIDNT WANT THE STINGER ON THEIR LOBSTER LOLOLOOL

Scorpia: WE SHOULD DO THAT AGAIN SOMETIME

Catra: what if u were sad would u still type like that

Catra: ha ! what an idiot. u should've told them after he ate it that u accidentally left the stinger on. the look on his face would've been priceless.

“ uhhh… ” he mused for a moment before looking down at the sandwich, taking the bread off the top before starting to list what he could identify as he deconstructed the meal for her. “ some cheese, some sort of meat – ham ?? maybe turkey ?? – lettuce, tomato, another cheese, mustard, pickles, another cheese… ” he paused, laughing a bit as he looked back up at her. “ must be the cheese that makes it so good, since there’s three kinds. ” in actuality, the cheese was all the same, and now he’d destroyed the sandwich. 

she  chuckles  at  his  response.   ❛  oh,  definitely.  three  cheeses  is  the  key  to  any  successful  sandwich.  ❜    catra  thinks  it  over  for  a  moment,  but  ultimately  slides  into  the  booth  across  from  him.  she  lays  the  skateboard  by  her  feet.  ❛  so,  like,  you’re  obviously  high  off  your  ass  right  now.    ❜  she’s  keeping  her  voice  moderately  low.  ❛  and  i  just  wanna  know...  who’s  your  plug  ?  because  buddy,  i’ve  been  nearing empty.    ❜  it’s  true;  catra’s  been  getting  very  concerned  with  how  she  was  going  to  continue  to  cope  if  she  was  all  out  of  weed.     ❛  shit,  what  if  the  dreams  were  a  side  effect  of  the  drugs  ?  ❜  she  mumbles  aloud,  not  really  minding  the  boy  across  from  her.  ❛  and  it’s  all  just  the  universe’s  idea  of  a  sick  joke  to  make  me  stop  doing  it  ?    ❜

“ shit. ” max cursed, after coming off of her skateboard, regaining her balance and standing up straight, a toss of her hair over her shoulder before she turned to any bystanders that may have seen her. “ i didn’t fall, okay ? ” she demanded, skateboard now held firmly under her arm. “ i totally meant to do that. ”

❛  oh,  of  course.  eating  shit  is  one  of  my  favorite  skate  tricks.  ❜    catra  snickers,  although  not  necessarily  in  a  mean  spirited  manner.  but  she  talks  a  lot  of  smack  for  someone  who  can  literally  only  ollie.  truth  is,  she’s  terrified  of  attempting  tricks  since  she  broke  an  arm  trying  to  master  a  kickflip  months  ago.  she  offers  a  small  smile,   ❛ how long you’ve been skateboarding for, twinkletoes ? ❜

if there was one thing adora remembered best of the things she’d been seeing, it was catra and her face. it was one that if she’d been an artist, she’d have drawn out and asked around about, but she was the furthest from an artist. instead, she dreamed of shared beds and longing looks, of sharp toothed smiles and the nicest fur she’d ever felt. so when someone with the same name signed up for her session, and it turned out to be the same catra she’d been looking for, she’d been excited. it didn’t take long to realize that she didn’t quite remember what adora did, but that was ok – she’d waited this long, she could wait a little longer. they’d said goodbyes a bit ago, adora leaning over a computer at the desk when catra came up to her, bringing a smile to her face. 

“ hey. ” adora stood up as she looked at catra. she couldn’t pin what it was about her, but she always made adora smile without even trying to. she turned red at the accusation, biting back her smile. “ i’m not checking you out, ” though, in all fairness, she definitely was, “ i’m checking for form. and I can show you my certifications if you want. ” she pointed over her shoulder, still smiling. the words could’ve come off as harsh and mean, but the genuine tone in adora’s voice undercut it significantly. “ but, uh… yeah, im not doing anything. i’d love to. ”

catra  can’t  help  but  laugh  at  her  response.  ❛   alright,  alright,  don’t  get  your  panties  in  a twist.  i  believe  you.    …sort  of.  ❜  she  teases,  her  lips  curling  into  a  signature  smirk.  maybe  it  wasn’t  entirely  professional  to  talk  to  her  personal  trainer  this  way,  but  neither  is  asking  them  out to  dinner.  besides,  this  was… after  hours.  it’s  not  like  adora  was  on  the  clock  or  anything.  catra  tries  to  contain  the  excitement  bubbling  inside  her  when  the  blonde  agrees  to….  whatever  the  hell  this  was.  not  a  date.  definitely  not.    ❛  great.  ❜   she  says  in  her  best  attempt  at  sounding  nonchalant.  ❛  now  i’ll  finally  get  to  see  if  there  are  more  words  in  your  vocabulary  than  just ‘stand  a  little  straighter,’ or  ‘great  job,’ or— ‘ wow  you’re  incredibly  good  looking  and  also  my  favorite  client!’  ❜   she  might  have  made  that  last  one  up.  was  she  pushing  her  luck  here?  maybe.  but  catra  gets  a  sense  that  adora  wouldn’t  mind.  

❛  uh,  so  i  know  this  great  diner  just  down  the  street  from  here.  unless,  you’re  like,  a  vegan.  wait,  you’re  not  vegan,  are  you  ?  because  i  don’t  know  shit  about  where  to  get  vegan  food  around  here.  ❜   she’s  being  considerate,  which  is  probably  a  rare  phenomenon  for  catra.  but  adora  was  a  physical  trainer,  so  catra  figured  she  might  care  about  that  sort  of  thing.  after  all,  she  was  so  weirdly  fit  and…  perfect.  ❛   it’ll  be  like  a  five  minute  walk,  if  you  don’t  mind.  i  know  how  much  you  hate  exercising.  ❜  sarcasm.

Evan stared at Catra, trying to keep his expression neutral. That was one of the things he noticed that his own therapist did when he went to see them, they tried so hard not to make any facial expressions that could set somebody off. He wasn’t sure if he actually did a good job at it, but he tried and that was what mattered. Of course, the more she spoke the more he realized this wasn’t just going to be ten minutes of his time. Which was fine, in all reality, but they should probably find a place to sit down so they’d both be a little more comfortable in this very uncomfortable situation. He waited for her to finish before speaking up, his voice tentative even then. “Want to grab a bite while we talk?” He would probably just pick at the food himself, but it’d be something that would make the situation feel more casual. He waited for her response before continuing on, having no intention of leaving her problems up in the air while they ordered. “Why do you think it’s hard for you to make friends?” He asked, knowing he’d need more information before he could help.

❛   oh...  yeah,  sure.  i  could  eat.  ❜  catra  responds,  shoving  her  hands  deep  into  the  pockets  of  her  leather  jacket.  these  talks  always  make  her  feel  a  bit  anxious.  like  somehow  all  the  things  she  told  evan  would  reach  the  ears  of  everyone  in  the  world.  not  that  he’d  tell  anyone--  she  knew  that  much.  ❛ feel  like  eating  anything  in  particular  ?  i,  uh,  don’t  mind.   ❜   catra  chews  the  inside  of  her  cheek,  thinking  over  his  question.  she  really  wants  to  say  because  everyone  sucks  and  they  don’t  get  me,  but  she  knows  it’s  not  the  correct  answer.  ❛   i’m  ...  kinda  hard  to  get  along  with.  i  feel  like  i...  i  don’t  know?  i  end  up  shoving  people  away,  i  guess.  ugh,  even  when  people  are  nice  to  me  i  just...  wanna  get  away  from  them.  but...  ❜  she  sighs.  shit,  she  probably  sounded  like  a  terrible  person,  didn’t  she  ?  well,  if  she  was  terrible,  what’s  it  to  this  kid  anyway?  ❛  i  hate  how  lonely  it  gets.  don’t  you  ever  feel  like  nobody  really  has  your  back  ?   ❜

Scorpia: TOO LATE

Scorpia: ANYWAYS I TOLD HIM THAT HE COULDN’T BE RIGHT ALL THE TIME BCOS HE THOUGHT LOBSTERS HAD STINGERS LIKE SCORPIANS AND I SAID HE NEEDED TO REEVALUATE HIS EDUCATION

Scorpia: I SURE SHOWED HIM, RIGHT? LOL

Catra: what did i say about the caps lock

Catra: did you know you can take it off ? should i show you?

status: open who: richard gansey iii location: outside hotel cortez

gansey paused outside of the hotel, hands in his pockets. one was messing with the car key he’d received from the pawn shop, another mystery he’d yet to unravel – why he would have a car key with no car to go to ?? it seemed redundant, but it was similar to this hotel in front of him: something drew him to it. he couldn’t pin what it was, even as he stood outside and admired the architecture of the building and ran his finger over the ridges of the key in his pocket. it felt like the simplest thing to figure out, but it was always just out of reach. He looked over at the person stopped next to him before his eyes drifted to the building again. “ have you ever felt… drawn to something ?? ” he asked, not looking away. “ even though you can’t figure out what it is that’s pulling you there ?? ”

catra’s  wandering  around,  an  attempt  to  clear  her  head  and  get  some  fresh  air.  she  couldn’t  stand  to  be  home  alone  by  herself.  she  tires  herself  out  eventually,  and  thus  ends  up  standing  in  front  of  the  hotel.  she’s  mindlessly  scrolling  through  her  phone,  hoping  to  fuck  around  on  spotify  and  put  something  good  on,  but  with  her  luck, her  airpods  were  just  about  dead.  catra  decides  to  give  up,  taking  them  out  of  her  ears  and  stuffing  them  back  into  her  pocket.  she  sighs,  knowing  it  meant  she’d  have  to  be  brought  back  to  reality.  damn.  her  head  turns  at  the  sound  of  a  voice,  acknowledging  the  stranger  next  to  her.    she  emits  a  soft  scoff,    ❛  oh,  dude  you  have  no  fucking  idea.  ❜  those  fucking  dreams.  catra  follows  the  other’s  gaze,  looking  up  to  the  hotel  building.    ❛    i’m  guessing  this  place  is  making  you  feel  some...  type  of  way,  then  ?  ❜   there’s  some  relief  in  this  encounter;    she’s  not  the  only  one  feeling  weird  lately.

status: open who: connor murphy location: two whales diner

connor was attempting to multitask in his booth, scribbling on a page in a notebook and eating a sandwich at the same time. though, to any onlooker, he probably looked like a mess – writing one word and then taking a bite, humming every time before repeating the process. he stopped after one bite, closing his eyes just as someone walked by his table, and he opened his eyes just in time to try and get their attention. “ hey. hey. ” connor was waving his hand off the end of the table, smiling a little. “ have you had this fuckin’ sandwich before ?? it’s like… shit, the best sandwich i’ve ever had, hands down. ” okay, so, chances were he was also a little high, but could you blame him ?? 

catra  just  needed  to  piss.  that’s  all.  but  of  course  on  her  way  back,  some  doofus  needed  to  make  it  difficult.  skateboard  clutched  in  one  hand,  her  eyes  narrowing  as  the  other  starts  speaking  to  her.  man,  can’t  do  shit  in  this  town,  can   you?  eyebrows  furrow  slightly,  she’s  definitely  judging  here,    ❛  uhh,  no.  i  haven’t.  ❜  this  guy  was  for  sure  baked--  she  would  know.  but  he  seemed  friendly  enough.  ❛  what’s  in  it  ?  ❜   she  probes,  allowing a  growing  smirk  to  form  onto  her  face.  she’s  decided  to  humor  him,  as  she  found  this  to  be  pretty  fucking  entertaining,  actually.

she’s  never  spoken  about  the  nightmares  to  anyone.  they’re  nearly  incomprehensible  for  starters  –  and  they’re  all  out  of  order.  but  it’s  reoccurring,  the  same  faces,  the  same  places.  catra’s  trying  to  put  it  together,  trying  to  find  meaning  in  whatever  the  hell  her  psych  has  got  going  on.  there’s  a  name  in  particular  that  stood  out;  adora.  catra  was  always  calling  out  for  her.  and  when  catra  figured  out  a  certain  blonde  of  the  same  name  had  her  own  personal  fitness  thing  going  on,  she  figured  it  be  the  perfect  excuse  to  get  answers.  not  that  catra  needed  a  trainer,  she  was  always  pretty  good  at  working  out  on  her  own,  and  it  was  probably  obvious  at  certain  points.  but  either  the  blonde  didn’t  notice  or  just  didn’t  say  anything.  but  her  frustrations  were  getting  the  best  of  her,  considering  she  hasn’t  gotten  anywhere  in  terms  of  putting  shit  together.  after  today’s  session  &  her  usual  shower  after,  she  decides  to  take  matters  into  her  own  hands.  kinda.

❛  hey,  ❜   she  starts,  feeling  uneasy  in  the  gut,  &  the  eye  contact  she  received  in  response  didn’t  help.  those  blue  eyes.  shit,  what  was  it  about  this  girl  ??  catra  saw  tons  of  girls  at  work  with  blue  eyes  and  yet…  ❛   i  was  uh…  i  was  wondering  if  maybe  you’d  wanna  get  something  to  eat ?  kinda  weird  how  you’re  always  checking  me  out  when  i’m  doing  sit  ups  and  i  don’t  know  anything  about  you.  for  all  i  know,  you’re  probably  not  even  qualified.   ❜  she’s  joking.  in  her  weird,  flirtatious  catra  kind  of  way.  but  she’s  doing  her  best  to  suppress  the  flush  of  her  cheeks.  ❛  y’know,  if  you’re  not  doing  anything.   ❜

Evan shifted onto the other foot, weighing out his options. He hadn’t even finished his bachelors degree, nor started the graduate program necessary to become a therapist, which made him very unqualified to listen and give advice on anybodies issues. But Evan wasn’t exactly an expert on saying no, especially not to Catra. “Okay, okay, but you do know that I’m not an actual therapist, right? I’m barely a Psych student-” that part was less truthful and more showing light to Evan’s own insecurities, but he barreled on through regardless. “-and anything that I say isn’t necessarily good advice. I, I’m not-” He shook his head instead of finishing his sentence, fingernails pushing at cuticles absentmindedly. And of course, in that brief moment of silence he realized that it didn’t matter if he was good or not. It didn’t matter if Catra needed real help. She was coming to Evan and if he could help her, he did want to. “Is everything okay?”

catra  relaxes  a  bit,  relieved  at  his  reluctant  response.  it  was  hard,  but  she  did  find  it  somewhat  easier  to  let  her  guard  down  when  around  evan.  maybe  it  was  the  fact  he  didn’t  pose  any  sort  of  threat.    ❛  alright,  so  i’ve  been  thinking  and  i’ve  realized  that...  uh,  ❜  fuck,  this  part  was  always  humiliating.  figuring  out  how  to  let  the  words  fall  out  of  her  mouth  without  immediately  trying  to  take  it  all  back.  how  to  not  sound  like  a  complete  weenie.    ❛  i....  i  came  to  the  conclusion  that  i  really  don’t  have  a  lot  of  people  to  ...  ❜  her  voice  trails  off,  and  she  attempts  to  start  again.    ❛  well,  i  guess  i  don’t  have  people  to  do  anything  with.  shit,  i’m  trying  to  say  i  don’t  have  a  lot  of  friends.  it’s  hard  for  me  to  uh,  make  them  or  whatever.  ❜  gross,  gross,  gross !   people  pay  to  do  this  shit  ?   time  to  recover  from  that  embarrassment.    ❛    so  that  means  you  have  to  fix  it.  tell  me  what  to  do.  ❜

to say adrien was good with rejection would be one of the biggest lies he ever told. the thing was that he liked to try to be friends with everyone. sure that meant he could become a little overbearing, space disappearing between the people he cared about and himself, but he just needed to show how much he cared. where catra was involved it was hard to break her outer shell, always ten feet away and never close enough to try and maintain some sort of friendship. as much as he tried to not let the disappointment show on his face when she waved him off or didn’t care for what he said, sometimes it poked through the surface of joking exteriors. “kind of hard to get rid of the smell of bathroom weed,” he says, and sure she can’t see through his shit-eating grin, but that doesn’t stop him, “ever think you’re more obvious than you think?”

a loud laugh had fell out between adrien’s lips as she offered he give her a pee sample. although this was all a huge joke, he’s not sure he would even if he could. it’s not like she’s done much to help him out since the beginning of their working experience together. “ever think karma is a thing that exists?” he says, smirking with crossed arms, “maybe you should just face your fate and go in there.”

❛  damn.  i  always  try  to  air  it  out.  ❜  catra  mumbles  in  response,  making  a  mental  note  to  come  up  with  a  different  method  later  in  regards  to  bathroom  weed  shenanigans.  and  ‘obvious’  ?? she  despised  that  word.  obvious  and  catra  just  don’t  go  together  --  she’s  big  fan  of  suppressing  her  feelings  &  numbing  everything  else  out.  anything  that  could  make  her  appear  to  just  the  slightest  bit  vulnerable.  which  is  why  she  can’t  admit  that  she  likes  working  here,  adrien  included.

   ❛  oh,  come  onnnnn.  you  can’t  be  serious !!    ❜    she  hisses  in  response.    ❛  karma  for  what?  y’know,  the  weed  is  the  only  thing  keeping  me  sane  in  here.  if  anything,  boss  should  be  grateful  i  smoke.  that’s  how  i’ve  become  such  a  model  employee.  matter  of  fact,  maybe  they  should  implement  a  new  policy--  everyone  gets  to  smoke  weed.  ❜  she’s  pretending--  she  knows  that’s  not  what  he’s  referring  to. damn  it,  maybe  it  wouldn’t  kill  her  to  listen  to  adrien  every  now  and  then.  what  the  hell  was  her  problem  ?  what  did  she  get  out  of  being  such  a  dickhead  to  people?  she  rubs  her  temple,  attempting  to  do  some  damage  control.  ❛  shit,  fine.  what’ll  it  take  to  get  you  on  my  side,  huh  ?  i’ll  only  go  in  there  if  i  know  you  have  my  back.  ❜  if  there’s  anything  catra  takes  seriously,  it’s  a  matter  of  loyalty.

out  of  ALL  the  people  in  this  stupid  town,  of  course  she  managed  to  run  into  ARCHIE  ANDREWS.  the  person  she’s  been  avoiding  since  the  sophomore  year  of  high  school.  not  because  he  was  a  bad  person,  or  because  he  annoyed  her ( surprisingly ),  but  because  he  was  associated  with  her  idea  of  pure  humiliation.  long  story  short,  she  wanted  to  dust  off  the  gay  rumors  while  simultaneously  proving  to  herself  she  was  dateable,  and  she  asked  him  out.  big  mistake  that  was.  and  although  she  doesn’t  hate  him,  she’s  tried  her  best  not  to  interact  with  him  again.  even  if  he  was  at  her  work  she’d  give  a  smile  and  try  to  keep  the  conversation  to  a  minimum.  but  today  she  just  had  to  go  out  for  a  skate,  didn’t  she?  and  nearly  crash  into  the  redhead.  god  kill  her  now.  she  debated  whether  or  not  she  could  pretend  she  didn’t  recognize  him,  but  knew  ultimately  it  wouldn’t  work.  

❛  yeah,  that  was  uh,  my  bad, ...  dude.  ❜  she  says,  feeling  the  awkward  physically  take  over  her  body.  how  the  hell  was  that  even  possible  ?  shit,  it’s  not  like  he’s  gonna  bite  her.  she  attempts  to  smirk,  hoping  to  somehow  take  control  of  the  situation.    ❛  been  a  while  since  i’ve  seen  you,  andrews.  headed  somewhere,  are  we ?  ❜

OPEN STARTER Location: Starcourt Mall

“No, no, no, I’m not saying it’s bad, I just-” This had been a bad idea, right from the start. He shouldn’t have gone to the mall. What did he even need? A new pen? He could have ordered one online, right? Used Amazon or- wait, did Amazon exist? Evan hated to admit that his memories were getting mixed up, that the old world and whatever this new place was both felt so real, it was hard to always piece together the small stuff. Regardless, he knew he shouldn’t have even come to the mall, because if he had just stayed home he wouldn’t be in this situation. “You don’t really want my opinion, I- I’m not an expert and if I’m being honest I don’t even trust my own opinion on about 95 percent of the things I do. Maybe you could, um, ask someone else?”

❛  aw,  c’mon.  quit  blabbering  and  help  a  girl  out  !  ❜    catra  pleads,  pressuring  the  poor  guy  into  (  hopefully  )  staying  a  bit  longer.  she’s  made  it  a  habit  of  coming  to  evan  with  all  of  her  problems.    he’s  one  of  those  psych  students  anyways,  so  she’s  practically  doing  him  a  favor.  anyway,  she’s  been  thinking  over  some  things  &  she  just  so  happened  to  run  into  him  at  the  mall.  small  world,  right  ?  it  also  helps  that  evan  was  just  so...  easy.  to  threaten,  mostly.  one  glare  and  a  ‘this  never  happened’  and  she  was  set.    ❛  you’re  the  most  qualified  person  i  know  for  this.  and  it’s  like,  uh,  practice,  right  ?  so  will  you...  ugh..  please...  let  me  talk  to  you  ?  it’ll  take  like  ten  minutes tops.  ❜  

one thing adrien had never been in his life was stupid. as much as he wanted to make friends, be social, and get out of his comfort zone, sometimes people just didn’t work with him on that. despite his job being a job, he actually enjoyed working there, enjoyed the games and the kids and being social with people who were there just to have fun. when he met catra he immediately knew she wasn’t what he’d call a people person. like he said before, he wasn’t stupid. at some point he got the hint she wasn’t entirely willing to be friends, which was the same exact moment he decided to troll her for it. sometimes he felt like actually talking about real things, real opinions, some of the things on his mind. other times, like today, he’s rambling nonsense. one day he would break her and they would become friends and that’ll be the day she realizes that most of what he talks about isn’t actually important. 

this being one of the moments he was messing with her, he smirked behind her back. “oh, we have new procedures on everything,” he said to her, bullshit lying somewhere in his tone, but he gave nothing away, “you’ve been breaking  a lot of the main ones for awhile so boss man wanted to talk to you.”

❛  what  ?!    ❜  catra  sputtered,  adrien  now  the  one & only  thing  that  owned  her  attention.    ❛  are  you  serious ? ugh,  and  you  never  told  me  ?  ❜    not  that  she’d  know  if  he  actually  did.  but  would  catra  admit  that  ?  no.  she  lets  out  a  groan,  apprehensive  of  the  impending  doom  to  come  with  talking  with  their  moron  of  a  boss.  okay,  don’t  panic!  think,  she  reminds  herself.    ❛    shit,  is  this  about  the  bathroom  weed?  did  you  snitch  ?  no,  don’t  answer  that  just  --  look,  put  in  a  good  word  for  me,  yeah  ? tell  him  it  was  a  big  misunderstanding.  and  if  you’re  feeling  generous,  i  could  really  use  an  extra  pee  sample.  ❜    damn  those  drug  tests.  

she’s  not  really  sure  what  she’d  do  if  they  fired  her.  she’s  barely  scraping  by  her  in  shithole  of  an  apartment & it’s  not  like  she’s  got  a  lot  of  options.  catra’s  mostly  hoping  she  can  talk  her  way  out  of  trouble--  she’s  been  pretty  good  at  that.  this  place  was  the  only  thing  she  knew.  like,  really  knew.  and  as  much  as  she  hates  to  admit  it,  it’s  become  something  like  a  second  home.  she’d  actually...  miss  adrien  talking  her  ear  off.  gross.

it’s  not  a  secret  that  catra  isn’t  exactly  thrilled  to  be  working  at  pizza  planet.  the  constant  monotone  delivery  in  her  voice,  the  eye  rolls  when  she  turned  her  back  to  the  customers,  the  usual  unbothered  expression  on  her  face.  but  money  is  money  &  she  doesn’t  really  have  anywhere  to  go.  and  college  was  definitely  not  her  thing.  not  that  she  knew  what  her  thing  was  anyway.  besides,  pizza  planet  was  tolerable.  kinda.  although,  it  would  be  more  tolerable  if  it  weren’t  for  co-workers  like  adrien.  the  guy  just  didn’t  know  when  to  stop  talking.  and  he  kept  asking  her  about  her  day.  what’s  up  with  that  ?  get  a  hint,  dude.  but  no  matter  how  many  times  she’d   dismiss  him,  he  kept  coming  back  like  a  lost  puppy.  she’s  about  ten  minutes  from  being  done  with  her  shift,  and  he’s  babbling  on  about  something  as  usual.  she  tries  to  ignore  him,  but  there’s  a  small  hint  of  guilt  in  the  bottom  of  her  stomach.  catra  knew  he  had  good  intentions, but shit,  could  he  have  good  intentions  somewhere  else ?  she  emits  a  low  sigh.

       ❛  ...  what,  uh,  what  were  you  saying  just  now  ?  ❜  she  asks,  finally  making  eye  contact  and  giving  in  to  adrien’s  attempt  at  a  conversation.  god,  she  felt  stupid.  why  couldn’t  she  just...  not  care  ?