[ Adora crosses her arms over chest, as much a defensive gesture as it is a subtle attempt at flouting rules about respectful postures in the presence of one's superiors she'd grown up with. You don't control me anymore she wants it say. If I want to slouch and roll my eyes and ignore you, I can.
(She's not very good at it.)
As a child, she had basked in that tone, preened under the fondness it suggested. All she had ever wanted to do was to impress Shadow Weaver. Now, it feels like an uncomfortable itch under her skin. ]
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[ Adora crosses her arms over chest, as much a defensive gesture as it is a subtle attempt at flouting rules about respectful postures in the presence of one's superiors she'd grown up with. You don't control me anymore she wants it say. If I want to slouch and roll my eyes and ignore you, I can.
(She's not very good at it.)
As a child, she had basked in that tone, preened under the fondness it suggested. All she had ever wanted to do was to impress Shadow Weaver. Now, it feels like an uncomfortable itch under her skin. ]
Well, they don't. And when did you get here?