how loud your heart gets

Huntara shrugged her boulder of a shoulder. “She’s cute enough. Not bad to talk to. We just run out of stuff to say to each other all the time.”

“Maybe that’s a sign that you shouldn’t date,” Catra pointed out, taking her own life into her hands.

Huntara just gave her a condescending laugh. “You’re not exactly knuckle-deep in girls so you don’t get to judge. Has anyone ever even asked you out?”

Yes. Once, at least. It felt ironic to bring that up in this particular conversation so Catra just moved forward.

“But what the shit does this have to do with me then?” Catra asked, desperately wanting to be far away from this conversation and anything to do with the topic of Adora Gray.

“You write good.”

“Well,” Catra corrected in a bit of a daze. She was starting to have a terrible feeling about where this might be going.

“And well,” Huntara repeated, letting the point float completely over her giant mohawked head, “You can write out what I should say to her.”