Let's Go Crazy; Let's Go Nuts

[diamondsfortears]

Who: Daia and OPEN
Where: Ultimately the Gym
When: Month of Horseshoe, Day 4
What: Pillow fights in the Gym!! Feel free to make your own toplevels <3
Warnings: N/A


Daia, being unusually bored, has gotten an idea in his head and wants to have some fun with everyone he can find. He leaves Rene in his room and grabs his pillow, then starts running down the hall. If you're in his path, he'll swing out to bonk you with his pillow.

"Pillow war in the Gym! Spread the word!"

And he giggles as he continues running, heading toward the Gym himself. He'll gather any spare pillows he can find and toss them in a pile, too. For anyone who needs a 'weapon'.

Comments

[morethanadistraction]

It's so easy, it's almost sad. The fear vanishes from Catra's face as she steps in towards Adora; and then her expression turns smug.

Right before she swings her pillow up to Adora's side.

[eightfootprincess]

"Son of a-"

And then Adora got biffed by the pillow and almost lost her balance from the impact.

[morethanadistraction]

"Oh--" Catra almost sounds concerned when Adora wobbles. But her tone is a bit too simpering, and the smirk on her face is definitely mean. "Careful. Let me help you there."

With another smack, of course.

[eightfootprincess]

What Adora lacks in cunning, she makes up for in stubbornness. She took the second smack to the face with barely a grunt, having braced herself by now, and swung her couch cushion around in a huge, sweeping backhand that was on track to bowl Catra over if she didn't dodge.

[morethanadistraction]

Not only will she dodge, she'll laugh while she's doing it; a squeaky, raspy laugh of actual enjoyment when Adora's cushion whizzes by her, rather than the mocking chuckle she'd gotten so much use out of in the last couple of years.

She only ducks enough out of Adora's range to be goading, her weight on the balls of her feet to make springing away from the next expected attack easier. Her strategy against Adora is always simple: just evade her heavy-handed attacks and let her wear herself down. Easy.

"I guess it's true what they say," she teases, dangling her smaller pillow by its corner. "Size really doesn't matter. You couldn't even hit me with the couch that thing came from."

[eightfootprincess]

"Tough words from someone who can only manage the lightest of love taps."

She knew how to deal with Catra almost as much as Catra knew how to deal with her. Wide sweeping swings. Keep her dodging until she gets cornered somewhere. Cut off her mobility. It worked.

Sometimes.