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i'll get you an ice cream, even

What part of I'm not a child do you not get.

you'll always be my baby brother

You aren't even that much older than me where I'm from.

i've got almost ten years on you back home

That's your world.
You had maybe three in mine.

i like my numbers better

I need a couch.

Why?

They're not your numbers here, either.

[ Great. Exactly what she doesn't want to talk about. ]

I need a new scratching post.

Why do you think?

[ ah.

welp. dropping a gps pin. here's his apartment you hideous little cat. ]

[ Wow excuse. This hideous little cat is your favourite cat, don't front.

She turns up some thirty minutes later, a gym bag over her shoulder in tow, looking significantly disgruntled. ]

... I won't get under your feet, I'll leave tomorrow.

It's fine.

[ the whole apartment is decked out in a way that probably wasn't his doing. pictures and hologram statues dot the space. damian nods to the spare room. ]

There's a bed in there, you're welcome to it.

... Thanks.

[ Catra looks weirdly vulnerable and uncomfortable as she says it, like the word is foreign to her. She turns to look in the room, though mostly to hide her face more than any real care for what's in there. ]

[ Then something seems to occur to her and her ears prick up. She turns back to Damian, eyes wide. ]

Wait. You have a whole extra room?

[ SHE HAS SLEPT ON SO MANY UNCOMFORTABLE COUCHES, DAMIAN. ]