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“How confident are you in your ability to tell me whether I'm telling you two truths and one lie?”
“...What.”
“Do– Okay, uh two truths, one lie, wax edition. You're ready, Cat?”
Catra shrugged, “No. But what choice do I have?”
While Catra layed down on the couch, Adora was sitting right next to her holding an ipad.
“So, here I have this.” Adora held the ipad up towards the camera, “There's an app that is like a wheel. If a person gets the question wrong we spin the wheel and that will tell us which body part we're gonna wax. That's it.”
“‘Kay.”
“Then let's see uhmm.” Adora scratched her chin. “I never went to prom with two girls, I never got bit by a hamster and I never got my hair stuck on a fan.”
Catra frowned and scratched her head, thoughtful and careful as she tried to remember Adora ever mentioning either of those events to her before. “I bet…” she hesitated for a moment. “That you got your hair stuck on a fan–”
Adora smirked and turned the Ipad around “Incorrect.”
“Fuck.”
“I got bit by my friend's hamster, and I never got my hair stuck on a fan because I don't trust fans.”
Catra ran her hand over her face and groaned. “Goddammit.”
A second later and Adora had spinned the wheel, she patiently waited for it, secretly dreading for Catra as the wheel spinned and spinned and spinned until…
“Oh no.”
Catra turned her head up towards Adora “‘Oh no’ what?”
The blonde started chuckling, and turned the ipad around so Catra could see it too.
“Oh, fuck me.”
The wheel had landed on “neck”. Adora made quick work to get the wax and carefully put it on the other woman's neck.
Adora was holding back her laughter, “Do– Do you want me to rip it off for you?”
Catra pressed down the wax strip on her neck to make sure it wasn't loose and replied “Ughh, sure I guess.”
“God,” Adora chuckled nervously, “I'm kinda afraid I'm gonna rip your throat out.”
“No, you won't. It's fine.” the brunette reassured her, not sure if she was trying to comfort herself or her girlfriend. “It's just gonna hurt like a bitch, that's all.”
The blonde took a deep breath before positioning her hands on one side of the wax strip, ready to rip it off. “Okay, uh– uhm. Do you want me to cover your mouth?”
“W– what?” Catra answered in a strangled voice, fear and confusion clear in her tone. “No. Why would you do that?”
Adora let out another nervous chuckle “I don't know! I don't know, I'm nervous.”
Catra laughed at that “How the fuck do you think i'm feeling right now?”
“Jesus just, just give me a countdown.” the blonde replied.
“What? Why?”
“Just do it, c'mon.”
“Sure then.. uhh. One.”
“Two–”
RIIP
“Oh damn.” Adora muttered.
Catra didn't say anything. Instead of screaming, she silently started shaking and slightly contorting in pain, punching the couch pillows as she carefully put one of her hands on her neck.
The blonde felt bad for her girlfriend, but couldn't hold back her laughter. “Are– Are you okay?”
The brunette struggled for a few more seconds before she could speak. She managed to croak out a very weak “Sure.” before both her and Adora burst into laughter.
-
Adora jumped on the couch on her back, quickly laying down. She rested both her hands on her chest and let out a sigh. In a calmly and exaggerated British voice she said “Doctor, I have been having trouble recently, because I have come to the realization that maybe I don't like horses that much..”
The blonde continued talking in the background as the camera focused on Catra's confused expression.
-
“Here we go, uhm… I never crashed my bike into a statue, I never broke my teeth eating ice cream and I never threw a snowball that had a rock inside on my annoying neighbor.” as Catra spoke, Adora's snickering became increasingly loud. The blonde let out a confused and strangled “what?” at the last one.
“Uhhm you never ugh… you..” Adora tried to think as she rubbed her eyes and kept shifting her legs on the couch, seemingly not being able to stay still.
“You… neveeer… crashed your bike.”
“Wait what?” Catra let out a confused laugh, “You– you think that's the lie?”
The blonde stopped rubbing her eyes and clapped her hands together “Wait– you did crash your bike!”
“You are…correct.”
The blonde let out a nervous laugh.“Oh good, I was about to cry.”
Catra joined the laughter. And soon as Adora had calmed down, the blonde started talking again.
“I never crashed my car. I never crashed the ER–” Adora spoke slowly in a weird accent, no context to her words. “What?” Catra questioned but the blonde ignored and kept going. “I never crashed my stick, i never crashed my whip–” she stopped abruptly and looked up at her girlfriend sitting by her side. “Oh, by the way, are you done with the questions?”
“Dude, I can't– I can't think when I’m listening to your bullshit.” Despite her harsh words, she couldn't help but chuckle at the randomness of her girlfriend. She doesn’t know what the hell motivates the blonde to spew the most weird and random shit out of nowhere in that ridiculous irish accent, but she is never really bothered by it. In fact, she finds it amusing and just another thing that she loves about Adora.
But just because she loved it, doesn't mean she doesn't bully her about it.
“I nEvEr CrAsHED mY StiCk” Catra started imitating the accent, but ten times more exaggerated. “I nEvEr CrWasHed mY wHiP–”
“Hey!” She giggled “That's not what I sound like!”
The brunette shrugged and smirked, “It's pretty close.”
“No it is not.” Adora protested and looked beyond the camera, “Glimmer, do I sound like that?”
There was no hesitation. “You do.”
Adora faced the ceiling with a blank expression and the camera zoomed in on her face exaggeratedly. “You guys are so mean to me.”
-
“I never burned my backpack on purpose, i never crashed my lawnmower and i never burned my favorite blanket accidentally.”
“You… uhm…” The blonde replied, not very sure about any of these options. "You, you, you…” she pointed at Catra while looking at the ceiling.
“Now, see, what's really fucking with me is the lawnmower thing. Because like–” The brunette quietly giggled, but Adora continued. “like what the hell defines a lawn mower crash and how does that even happen? What– there's just so much to unpack here.”
The blonde groaned in frustration. “Like was it a riding lawn mower? A normal one?”
Catra kept giggling, but didn’t respond.
Adora decided to test her luck, and answered “You burned your backpack!”
“And that is…” Catra put down the ipad on her lap and clapped her hands before answering “incorrect!”
Adora looked at Catra, her eyes wide in surprise “So the lawn mower and the blanket–?”
“The lawn mower i was just fucking around with it, and yes it was a ride-on one. And the blanket I was trying to light a candle. Dumbest idea ever.”
“Anyways–” she clapped her hands and picked up the ipad again, already spinning the wheel.
The blonde put both hands on her face, “God please have mercy.”
“...Well, I mean, it's not that bad.”
“What is it?”
“You don't have chest hair do you?”
Adora let out a loud, nervous laugh. “I mean I, uh..” she checked under her t-shirt. “I do, but that's because I'm a mammal though.”
The blonde picked up another wax stripe from the table and put it on her chest, under her bra, already dreading the pain.
“Okay, do you want me to do it?” Catra asked softly, sensing the fear coming from her girlfriend.
“Ugh, sure.”
The brunette went to position her hand but Adora stopped her, holding her wrist. “Wait!” she giggled.
“What?”
In a kind of childish, slurred and anxious voice she answered “I don’ wanna do it!”
Catra chuckled, and the blonde let go of her wrist. “Oh, okay, I won't do it.” and she immediately tried to do it again.
The blonde pushed the hand away again and looked up at her girlfriend “Wait– wait. Can you please not rip it off quickly? like can you do it slowly?”
“Sure, I'll do it slowly.” she smirked, and tried to get her hand on the stripe again.
“Wait! Catra!” Adora giggled nervously and put both hands on her chest, her voice high-pitched “I don't trust you with this.”
Catra raised a brow, still smirking, and tried to reason with her girlfriend. “Babe, c'mon this is a trust exercise. If we're gonna make a channel together we gotta trust each other, don't you think?”
She just let out an unintelligible, anxious noise in response.
“Now come on, lemme do it.”
Adora let out another noise, that sounded a lot like a dying dog coughing, while trying to bat away Catra's hands.
Catra kept laughing, “C'mon, you don't even have any hair man, it's not gonna hurt.”
“I know! But it's gonna hurt still.”
“It won't–” the brunette tried again, her girlfriend once again resisting.
She let out another weird noise and an anxious giggle, “It hurts so bad!”
“It hurts? It hurts right now?”
“Yes!”
“Oh my god.”
“Sing– Cat, Cat can you sing to make it less horrible?” she giggled again, “Please?”
Catra rolled her eyes affectionately and sang a random song. Her hand slowly making her way to Adora's chest–
Her girlfriend burst out laughing and put both her hands on her chest again, “Stop!– Stop grabbing like that!”
“Wha– Grabbing like what?”
“Like that,” she made a slow, grabbing motion with her hand. "Big meaty claws.” she answered, in a thick british accent.
“Your hand is bigger than mine.” she argued.
Adora wasn't hearing any of it “Your nails! Your nails are fucking huge and scary.”
“Oh my god, stop being a baby and lemme pull it.”
The blonde grinded her teeth and let her hands rest on her sides, finally surrendering. “Okay, okay.”
Catra carefully grabbed one of the corners of the stripe and quickly pulled it.
…
…
…
“Oh, it didn't hurt.” she giggled
The brunette wasn't surprised at all, and smiled. “What did I tell you? You crybaby.”
-
Catra went back to the couch, taking the same position as before. As she was waiting for Adora to start the round she heard the wheel already spinning and turned to look at her girlfriend “Wait, what?”
The blonde seemed to zone back in, looking at the ipad with wide eyes “Oh shit, I forgot.”
Catra let out a quiet chuckle, “Lightning round? The fuck.”
-
“So, senior year of high school, I smoked pot in the principal's office while he was away on vacation. I accidentally stole someone's dog for a week or I shaved my hair by myself in second grade.”
“Uhmm.. I don't know, I can't really see you smoking pot in the principal's office. Like I feel like you would be too anxious about someone catching you…” Catra trailed off, scratching her head.
Adora hummed in response, waiting for the brunette to finish her train of thought.
“Okay, okay. I think you shaved your head in second grade.”
Adora sighed, “Oh, honey.”
“I fucked up didn't I?” she groaned in response. “Wait, did you really smoke then?” she looked up at her girlfriend.
She nodded, a bit of wild blue eyes staring back at her. “I was starting my rebellious phase. And surprisingly I didn't have a panic attack.” she announced proudly.
“Daamn. Now I wish I had met you back in high school..” Catra replied, a dreamily expression in her eyes as she stared back at the blonde.
“Anyways–” Adora spinned the wheel. When the noise stopped, her eyes widened.
“So, uhm.”
“What?”
“Uhm.”
“Adora.”
“How do you feel about brazilian wax?”