[ As for Catra, she's just taking her evening walk (because apparently she has those now) when she hears the screaming. In a suspiciously familiar voice.
She sighs. She groans. Here we go again. And she's honestly tempted to just let Cecelia scream about whatever she's screaming about, but it sounds kinda honestly distressed, and, well... honestly, what else does she really have to do? ]
Okay, Freckles, let's see what you got yourself into now.
[ Having said that, she turns and sprints toward the direction she's hearing the screaming from. And because she can't do this without making an entrance, she jumps up onto the little glass roof of the bus stop, looming over the scene. Most of her is cast in darkness until she leans forward, revealing her face to the gangsters. Of course, she is positioned in exactly the right position for her fangs to gleam in the light as she talks. ]
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She sighs. She groans. Here we go again. And she's honestly tempted to just let Cecelia scream about whatever she's screaming about, but it sounds kinda honestly distressed, and, well... honestly, what else does she really have to do? ]
Okay, Freckles, let's see what you got yourself into now.
[ Having said that, she turns and sprints toward the direction she's hearing the screaming from. And because she can't do this without making an entrance, she jumps up onto the little glass roof of the bus stop, looming over the scene. Most of her is cast in darkness until she leans forward, revealing her face to the gangsters. Of course, she is positioned in exactly the right position for her fangs to gleam in the light as she talks. ]
Ah, ah, ah. What do you think you're doing?