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Entrapta sat at one of the many massive computers in Hordak’s quiet sanctum, building a model of the parts that needed cast for the portal. As her hair tapped away, objects on the screen materialized and changed shape.
Was it getting late?
Probably.
Should she be resting?
Most definitely.
Is she going to?
Nope.
Unlike Entrapta, Imp was feeling tired himself. It was a long day of stalking the Fright Zone citizens and collecting information for his anti-social caretaker. His eyelids felt heavy as he stumbled across the metal floor, his body feeling too heavy to fly.
This managed to rip Entrapta away from her work. Still sitting, she stretched her hair over to the boy, wrapping it around his midriff. She placed him on her lap, careful not to wake the boy from his quickly established slumber. The boy snuggled up into her lap, and she put a gloved hand on his back.
She was about to resume her work but was stopped when she heard a slight purr, occasionally interrupted by a small chitter, emanating from Imp. Her eyes doubled in size as she tried to contain her excitement. She quickly and quietly pulled out her recorder and clicked it on.
“Imp log 23,” she whispered, “a discovery in Imp’s abilities has been made. It appears the boy can emit a low purr when in a state of relaxation. Further observation will have to be made to see if the action can be replicated during different emotional states.” The recorder clicked off.
Then the gears in Entrapta’s head started to turn. It was evident that Hordak was somehow related to Imp. They had similar features, such as their shared pointed ears and glowing eyes. She never asked how or if they were related. Catra told her not to ask Hordak any personal questions, and she was not about to offend the man who had offered her so much tech and opportunity.
Anyways, perhaps Hordak can purr. It’s a weird thought, and she has no idea how she could observe it. Hordak never goes to sleep before her, and she hasn’t ever seen him halfway relaxed. Unless she broke into his room (does he have a room?) while he is asleep (does he sleep?). She couldn’t do that. He would be livid, and he might even kick her out of the Fright Zone (and she wouldn’t blame him). All she could do was hypothesize.
The swoosh of the door interrupted her train of thought. The clank of Hordak’s shoes rang throughout the sanctum, alerting her of his presence.
She turned around in her hair chair to see his face pulled into a tight line.
“How did the meeting go?” She whispered. Hordak’s face slightly softened.
“A small amount of trouble on the lower eastern border, but nothing Grizzlor’s forces can not handle.” A robotic arm came down from the ceiling to pluck the cape from Hordak’s shoulders. “Should you not retire to your quarters?”
“Nah, I’m fine.” Hordak gave her a stern look. “Fine. Let me finish this, then I’ll go.”
“Speaking of slumber, this one needs to go to a proper bed.” He scooped Imp into his large hands. He placed Imp on the right side of his chest, Imp’s purr amplifying when his skin hit Hordak’s. “Goodnight, Princess Entrapta.”
“Goodnight, Lord Hordak.”
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Nervousness wracked her body as Enrapta welded the pieces of armor together. Every five seconds, she glanced at Hordak’s form crumpled on the floor. It had been an hour, and he still hadn’t woken up. She tried to steady her breathing as she finished welding the two pieces of metal together. She flipped up her mask and wiped her forehead. Before she could pick up another piece, something else caught her attention.
It was a low, rumbling sound that was occasionally interrupted by a soft chitter. She wondered if it was Imp sleeping inside a vent, but he was watching Horda- Of course!
Entrapta stalked over to Hordak, straining her ears to hear. It was definitely coming from him. Her hypothesis was correct! It also told her he wasn’t in that much pain. She breathed a sigh of relief.
This was actually the most peaceful she had ever seen him. When he gave his face a break from scowling he looked very pleasant. His breathing was low and steady, almost methodical and regimented. A lock of navy hair fell on his face, almost reaching his eyes. He actually looked quite cute. In her eyes, at least.
She moved her hand to push his hair out of his eyes but stopped when Hordak’s eyes shot open.