Huh...that was a surprising softball question. Then again, it wasn't like Catra knew that much she could dig into with him. Not yet anyway.
Raising an eyebrow at her he sits forward, moving to roll up his sleeve as far as the cheap, stiff material with comfortably let him, and holds out an arm that's just as pale as his face.
"No makeup stains on me." He declares, making a show of flashing the inside of his sleeve. "You really think they would let me have that here? They won't even let me have eyeliner." Rolling his sleeve back down he sits back in his seat again. "And to cut you off at the pass; my eye color is real too, my hair color is not."
"Sooo..." He starts out, unconsciously mirroring her, leg bouncing under the table as he tries to think of what to ask back. "...Couldn't help noticing the scuffle between you, my roommate, and Red Text at the sheet cake party, what happened there?"
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Raising an eyebrow at her he sits forward, moving to roll up his sleeve as far as the cheap, stiff material with comfortably let him, and holds out an arm that's just as pale as his face.
"No makeup stains on me." He declares, making a show of flashing the inside of his sleeve. "You really think they would let me have that here? They won't even let me have eyeliner." Rolling his sleeve back down he sits back in his seat again. "And to cut you off at the pass; my eye color is real too, my hair color is not."
"Sooo..." He starts out, unconsciously mirroring her, leg bouncing under the table as he tries to think of what to ask back. "...Couldn't help noticing the scuffle between you, my roommate, and Red Text at the sheet cake party, what happened there?"