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— debris where the bomb used to be.

— other princess along as she leads her to the test site, where she sets off a bomb that implodes upon itself, dragging sticks, rocks, grass, flowers, even fully grown trees out of the ground and into the epicenter until everything crashes together.

When the dust settles, there's a massive pile —

"Really?!"

She hadn't actually thought Mermista would be interested. Entrapta acts self-assured, but she's fully aware that people tend to find her... odd.

She's pleasantly surprised.

"Come with me!" She shouts suddenly. One pigtail shoots out to wrap around Mermista's forearm, tugging the —

— together, I mean. The service bot." She's usually chatty, but there's an unusual nervous edge to her words now.

She's honestly finding it slightly hard to focus at the moment.

— close that they're breathing the same air, and if she leaned just a couple inches farther —

She cuts the thought off the second she realizes she's looking at Hordak's lips. Blinking, she raises her eyes to once again meet his. "I would like that a lot, by the way. If we worked on it —

— now that she makes no effort to hide. "Is there a reason it only happens with me?"

She's often blunt, but this particular topic is one she tends to analyze on her own, reluctant to push her lab partner too much and have him shutting down on her. But now he's touching her. He's so —

— tender when he wants to be, it seems, and it's the fact that he 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 to be that she's particularly focused on.

Her smile now is one she's directed at Hordak only a few times before — smaller, private, seemingly reserved for him and him alone. There's a faint red tinge to her own cheeks —

— ear as he compliments her eyes.

𝘖𝘩.

She ever so slightly leans into the touch. Her expression, previously bright and energetic, smooths out, softening into something surprised and warm, as if she's made some quiet, meaningful discovery. And, in fact, she has.

Hordak can be fascinatingly —

— the type of comment she'd just made. Based on a multitude of interactions prior to this one, he would've put space between them and changed the subject entirely.

He definitely wouldn't have done what he's doing now, his fingertips brushing against her temple to tuck her hair behind her —

Normally, this is the point where Hordak would explain things away, and Entrapta would allow the topic to be dismissed and moved on from. Normally, she would simply make a mental note to later log and analyze it.

Normally, however, Hordak would've left her personal space by now, especially after —

/ and if i said entrapta @ hordak… 🫣

/ and so are you!! so we both just need to get out of our own heads, i think, and trust each other’s enjoyment of our writing.

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"𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚛𝚢𝚕! 𝙸𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎?"

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

/ the fact that you feel this way about your reply makes me feel better about mine — i constantly feel like i’m not doing a good enough job. i believe we’re both just too critical of our own writing — i loved your reply!

❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞'𝐬
𝑫𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆. ❞

An #SPOPRP account,
as portrayed by #𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆…

— “The blush on your cheeks really brings out your eyes.”

— each other. “I’ve already made one like it before, so it shouldn’t take long. Two weeks, as long as the materials I need aren’t too difficult to come by. And they shouldn’t be.”

She tilts her head. As she so often does, she speaks before first considering the effect her words may have. —

— directly with Hordak’s actions — prolonged eye contact, close proximity, the occasional brief touch he allows from her, the meaningful words he tries and fails to make sound professionally distant.

She swallows, throat bobbing with the effort. She makes no move to increase their distance from —

— decrease in personal space until her gaze is drawn to the hint of red that’s reappeared on her partner’s face. Is her proximity causing this? She’ll have to log that later as well.

For now, she’s too busy noting the increase in her own heart rate that she’s already determined correlates —

“Got it! No music. For 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 bot, at least.”

She already has her own bot programmed to help her meet her dietary needs on particularly busy days, but adding a musical playlist — to play only when Hordak’s not around — isn’t such a bad idea.

She hadn’t actually been aware of the slow but steady —

— on! Personally I don’t see what the big deal is. If it’s for science, why wouldn’t you want to be a part of that?”

She finally releases Catra’s hand now that she’s completely finished.

— addresses Catra directly. “No worries! I think it gives the table character.”

As she finishes bandaging the magicat’s hand, she hums contemplatively. “I suppose that’s fair. There are quite a bit of people in the universe that I haven’t met. Maybe some of them love being experimented —

The sound of metallic screeching pulls her gaze down to Catra’s claws. Slowly, she brings the tape recorder close to her mouth again.

“Catra Log Number Fifty-Nine: Yet another She-Ra incident. This time my work table paid the price,” she speaks into it before clicking it off again. Now she —

/ 21!

— it for the chefs? Oh! I could make it play music! What kind of music do you like?”

Slowly, as she speaks, her hair brings her closer to Hordak.

— interaction to her log later, once she’s alone. “One service bot coming up!”

She picks up a sandwich and pops it into her mouth, chews, swallows. “Maybe I can program it to take your order.” She’s mostly speaking to herself now, mind moving a mile a minute. “Maybe record your voice and replay —

— his words sometimes, as if he’s struggling with something in the big, beautiful mind of his.

She finds him more fascinating than anything she’s ever studied before.

“Great!” Another victory, another unusual acquiescence from the Horde’s infamous leader. She’ll be adding this entire —

— herself being pulled toward the second hypothesis despite much verbal evidence on his part to the contrary. She’s referred to them as lab partners, even friends — both statements he’s, at best, ignored.

But then there’s that reddish tinge to his cheeks when she says it. There’s a hesitance to —

— anyone who’ll listen — and, well, some who won’t.

She’s not certain what it means yet. Current hypotheses:

1. She’s proven herself to be especially useful, a trait he finds superior to others. He’s attempting to make sure she stays on his side.

2. He… likes her.

For some reason, she finds —