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hissterics) wrote2017-11-10 10:18 pm
hissterics) wrote2017-11-10 10:18 pm( imeeji ) memories
when will i properly write things out?
never, maybe
never, maybe
hissterics) wrote2017-11-10 10:18 pm
☆ 03
The memory starts with Sabre sneaking into Adora's bedroom -- sparsely furnished, all metal, with a Horde banner hanging above the bed. Adora, of course, is still fast asleep -- so Sabre wakes her up by sitting right on top of her and calling for her.
Adora wakes with a start and bolts upright, pushing Sabre off of her.
Sabre: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Adora!
She leans back in, grabbing both of Adora's wrists.
Sabre: Heh. Since when do you sleep in?
And then, without waiting for a response, she hauls Adora to her feet and leaps to the foot of the bed, tail lashing playfully.
Sabre: Come on, get up!
--
Adora follows her out of the bedroom as the two make their way through the Fright Zone, other soldiers whispering excitedly behind their hands as they go. Adora looks embarrassed at first, though she preens when a group of cadets break into applause and cheers for her victory in Thaymor.
Sabre wastes no time nudging her with her elbow and then draping an arm around her shoulders, hauling her in teasingly.
Sabre: Oh please, you couldn't have done it without me, you know!
Adora: Riiight, what would I ever do without you?
Adora shoves her and they both start laughing -- at least until Sabre knocks into another soldier, who immediately looms over her.
Soldier: Hey! Watch where you're going, twerp--
And then he freezes, stammering, as Adora walks up behind Sabre, arms folded, expression flat.
Soldier F-Force Captain! I didn’t know you were-- I’m so sorry--
Adora: You’d better be. Dismissed!
The soldier bows low, sheepish, and then hastil creeps away as Adora and Sabre burst out laughing again.
Sabre, mockingly: Ohh, Force Captain, don’t hurt me!
She poses in a swooning position and the laughter redoubles.
Sabre, straightening up: Too good. Anyway, c’mon, there’s something I wanna show you.
And then she grins, bolting, fully expecting Adora to chase her -- which she does. The childish race continues until they both burst into the locker room, shoving at each other -- and Lonnie, Kyle, and Rogelio surprise Adora by standing inside, a monstrous ration bar cake clutched in Kyle’s hands.
Lonnie: Surprise!
Adora: Huh-- what is this? Are those... ration bars?
Lonnie: We wouldn’t have been able to defeat the rebels at Thaymor without you. Plus, you were the one who talked Shadow Weaver into letting us come. So, we all pitched in, took Kyle’s ration bars for a week, and made this.
Kyle, weakly: I’m hungry, but celebrating your victory is worth it.
Adora, touched, pulls them into a hug.
Adora: You guys...! You even got the gray kind. It’s way better than the brown kind.
Lonnie: Hey, it was Catra’s idea.
Adora, turning, with her hands on her hips: Oh yeah?
Sabre: Eh, whatever, don’t make a big deal about it.
Adora: Wow, I can’t believe you like me. That’s is so embarrassing for you--
And then she grabs Sabre into a headlock, giving her a powerful noogie. Sabre squirms and falils.
Sabre: Ow-- Stop it! Get off! This is not because I like you--!
And then, as punishment, she pounces Adora to the floor, the two of them giggling. But the pounce unbalances Kyle, who shouts as the ration bar “cake” goes flying, splattering all over everyone.
Lonnie: Oh, come on, Kyle!
Kyle: S-Sorry...
Adora and Sabre start giggling all over again, and within moments, a food fight has broken out with everyone tossing ration bar mush in each other’s faces.
So, just a typical day in the Horde, it seems . . .