[Scorpius enters, checking the door to make certain it's closed behind him. He stands at the threshold, taking in his surroundings. The room is far more plush and comfortable than he's clearly used to, being from a mainly utilitarian aesthetic. Such is life in the military.
Still, even Scorpius can admit the occasional allure of pampering, which is clearly what Catra is all about. He gives a smile at the privacy screen and walks forward towards the bed.
And halts.
By this time, he's already figured out what the dolls do, as well as lost his own doll and Horatio's. He had not even entertained the idea of finding John's own, due to the number of people on the barge and the unlikelihood of having access to anyone else's cabin.
But there it is. Sitting on the bed. Mocking him.
He nears it, his claws delicately sliding up its spine]
[Spam]
Still, even Scorpius can admit the occasional allure of pampering, which is clearly what Catra is all about. He gives a smile at the privacy screen and walks forward towards the bed.
And halts.
By this time, he's already figured out what the dolls do, as well as lost his own doll and Horatio's. He had not even entertained the idea of finding John's own, due to the number of people on the barge and the unlikelihood of having access to anyone else's cabin.
But there it is. Sitting on the bed. Mocking him.
He nears it, his claws delicately sliding up its spine]