‘ hey, that’s not a reason. it’s an excuse. ’
˗ˏˋ prompt | @catraged | accepting ! ˊˎ˗
❝YEAH, YEAH. Okay– fine. You win this time.❞ Adora could have fought a little longer, a little harder, but concedes instead. The determined twist of her lips relaxes into a blithe smile. She’s always been the type to play fair anyway, a by the rules kind of girl, so it doesn’t sit right to blame her loss so vehemently on Kyle. Even if he makes it too easy, sometimes. ( seriously, he turned that corner at the worst possible time! ) To win, and truly win, she should have picked herself up and made it there in spite of the obstacles in her path. She gives Catra’s shoulder a light, congratulatory shove. ❝You have to admit I’m getting faster, though! If I hadn’t run into Kyle, I totally would’ve gotten here sooner.❞
Okay– yeah– probably not. Who is she kidding? Catra’s always been faster than her, ever since they were kids, and they both know that isn’t going to change anytime soon. But still. Adora has her own strengths! Like, actual strength. She’s got muscle.
❝Hey, Catra–❞ She smirks, offers her hand, ❝Wanna arm wrestle next?❞












