“On your left.”
Entrapta groaned, attempting to speed up. Adora left her in the dust, running past her. This is the second time since they started their laps, and she's barely broken a sweat. It took another two minutes until she saw the other girl again.
She sped up and found herself at Entrapta side again. “On your left.”
“Goddamnit,” Entrapta groaned, starting to sprint.
It still did nothing for her since Adora easily ran around the grass plain, pink hair showing up once again in front of her.
“Don't say it,” Entrapta muttered under her breath through gritted teeth.
“On your left."
“I hate you.” Adora laughed as she passed Entrapta for the fourth time while running this lap.
She didn't have the same burning in her chest when she ran as her friend did, so she could do this all day.
Entrapta, however, could not.
The other girl stopped, panting with hands on her knees. She wiped her brow from the sweat dripping down her face, breathing heavily.
Adora wasn't even winded. She's special in that ‘frozen in the ice for seventy years and came out a superhero with a cool sword' kind of way.
“You're actually insane,” Entrapta commented, sitting down by a tree. “I think I need a medic,” she joked, grabbing her heart.
It may be seven am and they've been up since six, but only one of the two is actually dying right now.
“I think you need a new set of lungs,” Adora put her hands on her hips as she watched her friend struggle.
“I think you need to chill,” Entrapta put her head against the tree. “You ran like ten miles in the span of half an hour. I know the whole defrosting thing must've freaked you out, but girl, killing me probably isn't the best way to go at this.”
It definitely took a lot of getting used to. That's pretty evident by the way New York has changed since the forties. Back in the day when she fought in the war against the people on Beast Island, there wasn't any glowing billboards or sparkling lights. Now look where they're at.
“It's not that bad,” Adora admited, swinging her ponytail around her shoulder, a small breeze hitting her undercut. “The food got better. We used to boil everything back then. Then there's the internet! That's super helpful. I'm trying to read it and catch up. There's so much that happened. Too much.”
She outstretched her hand towards her friend.
Entrapta paused for a moment before standing up, accepting Adora's hand. “Marvin Gaye. The nineteen seventy two trouble man soundtrack. It'll teach you everything you need to know.”
“I'll add it to the list.” Adora pulled her little red notebook from her leggings pocket and a pen, uncapping it.
She wrote down the album name, along with all the other pop culture/modern stuff she has to check out. Star Wars, Rocky, Spice Girls, thai food, Steve Jobs, Nirvana, etc.
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The Horde Soldier | Catradora
Fanfiction"You're my..." She didn't know if Catra understood the concept of relationships and exes, so she chose better wording. "...friend." Catra stared at her for a moment before yelling, wrapping her arms around Adora's legs to throw her onto the ground...
