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In the defense of Elzo out past curfew not on patrol, he was till a bit injured from his last encounter with the negaverse. Put bluntly, jumping building to building had proved to be a bad idea. Even with some extra healing power from being a senshi, he was 'still lucky to have his foot!' That Charonite b*****d's weapon thing, (was it a whip or was it some hellish torture device, hell if he could properly remember), has almost cost not only Castor life, but it was come close to loosing his foot too.

Not that his foot was more important then his life.

So, opting out of over the top jumping around like a Olympic...jumper...person on steroids, Elzo was semi-patrolling in his civvies. Besides, his pants were warmer then those damn shorts, that was for sure. And to top off the rather uneventful night, he'd not encountered an nega-

Hold on.

Back up.

Was that.....?

Yuuuup. It was Linarite. He'd not forget the bluenette with a cute face. The one with a squeaky hammer. Staying back in the darkness of the alley, he quietly henshined up, (as quite as you could, what with glitter and magic sparkles and s**t all around). Taking a quick peek back where he'd last seen her, she seemed to not be causing and trouble but....
"Where's your hammer this time around?" Speaking up from his 'safe distance, he had been sure to try and get a look at her butt. Hey, might as well get a view while he could right?

Castor's eyes linger a just a tad longer on the ruffles and skirt then what a normal person might have. Once her tush was out of sight, his eye were where they belonged. On her face, ( and maybe a tad lower).
"Not on the offensive?" He sighed and slouched a bit. "That's always good. I'm kinda not up to playing 'lets see how close we can get to death without actually dying' tonight." A bit of a slight hobble in his gait Castor seated himself on one of the many sidewalk benches. While they not only beautified the city, they were always welcome resting places from jumping, or in his case, hobbling, place to place.
"I mean, truth be told, I really hate fighting girls, (if you remember last time we met). It's just not...right. I mean...god, I feel bad about that one chick. Don't usually even beat up guys that bad." With his mumble and a shrug, castor just scooted around in the bench, propping his foot on a nearby potted plant. "Besides...I don't want to cut up your pretty face okay?" There was hint of exasperation in his voice. Quickly replaced by a dopey grin.

Even he had to admit, her boldly joining him on the bench and open admission she should be trying to kill him, was pretty ballsy. But then again, she probably wouldn't get far is she wasn't. "If you don't want to catch hell..." he grinned. "Don't get caught. Pretty simple plan, no?" Her small talk of her 'job' had Castor a bit enthralled. "If by HE would mean your boss, that Charonite ********, and you do get caught just talking with me, tell him I send him bird." It was clear that Castor had a bit of a bais towards his gender preference in battle.

He shuffled a bit again, trying to keep his leg propped up. "...But I have to admit, the guy has good taste. You, that Serandite with the magic rabbit from hell, Nealite, er Sailor Nea, or whoever she is." Her indirect comment about herself made him frown. "Trust me on this." He looked her dead in the eyes. "All that b***h had going for her was the fact she flaunts it like a dime store whore. A real lady has some class." He snorted.
"I mean, sure, she looks hott and s**t, but really? What kinda guy wants to be seen with a girl who looks ready to work the streets, you know? I'd want a girl that's cute and hott alright, but showing it off at every turn?" Cue a sneer of contempt. "Yeah, rather not have to fight off guys over my girl's outfit."

He smiled, cocky as ever. "I guess what I mean is, don't put yourself down and s**t because some b***h has got a nice rack, I mean..." he leaned just a bit to catch a peek at her. "You're not exactly lacking Lina."

Her laugh made Castor feel accomplished. He liked girls. He liked to see girls happy. Happy girls generally didn't yell at him. Generally. "Aw, but then who will let him know that the god damn ginger bread man of the senshi got away again? After an intense battle of course." He winked. "After all, you might not get my star seed, but, you might just run off with my heart." God, he must have been grinning at her like a fool. Pulling a flower from the potted plant his leg rested on he offered it up to her. "I'm always willing to help out a cute girl...so long as she's not looking for my blood that is." He kind of let the flower droop in his hand.

"....Sorry, must have sounded really damn corny. Even if it's true." He still held out the flower. "Kinda sucks though. If you weren't negaverserian and stuff, I'd ask you out. But I think as things stand, our dates would be pretty brutal.... And I don't think that your daddy Charonite would approve of his little Linarite with the no good Sailor Castor." He made an odd face as he imitated his version of Charonite. It was clearly 'make fun of Charonite...night'.

Her flustering got him grinning ear to ear. Her blush just made him feel like pure awesome. It wasn't everyday he got to get a girl to respond without trying to hit him. "You obviously haven't been hanging out with guys with real taste. I know a ton of guys that would fight over you." Just don't mention they're all from Hillworth and the fighting part would be literal. Best to keep that to himself.
Her laughter made him laugh right along side her. Not because it was funny, but just because. "Yup, I hit my head when I feel for your good looks." Okay, even he wondered where his cheesy lines can from at times.
"But seriously, I mean, you've got to have a boyfriend. At least an Ex. I can't see a guy passing you and not at least looking." He blushed, realizing he'd been looking down ward at her chest just then. "Um, no offense intended. I mean, you can't blame a guy for being attracted can ya?"

"I'm ballsy? You're the one who's going to get chewed out if we're caught. Worst for me, I get ki..." he shook his head. He'd almost experienced the worst. More then just once to boot."Eh, don't sweat the small stuff. And study dates are like, the low blows. They're the 'I like you but really you can do better so I'm going to try and weasel my way into your life' dates. As far as interests go..."

Holding up his first he began. "We both are working teens who do the graveyard shift, both our high ups are douches, (you'd be surprised how bitchy a cat can be), our uniforms are kinda lame, we deal with magical crap, some time daily, and to top it off." Castor flopped onto his back. "We both seem to have piss poor luck in the date department. And that's just the tip of the iceberg. For all you know, we might have more in common then you think. I mean..." he sat back up. "I go hunting, I beautify the cityscape, and I play an instrument. And that's stuff I just do most often." He was scooting just a tad closer.
"As for corruption, Lina babe, you can corrupt me in any way you want...barring it has to do with my starseed." He gave her an optimistic grin. "And who knows, maybe just by being near you I am 'exposing myself to the forces of evil' or some s**t."

Okay, now that skirt twirl. Epic. How could Castor not lean back just a hair to catch a glimpse of her tightly covered tush? I mean she was practically showing it off! "Uh...wah? OH! It's cute, (god it's ******** cute as hell), but it's still a uniform you know? And given me a little credit, I've gotta run around in shorts when its 40 outside. Plus while comfortable, they don't serve as very intimidating." He pulled on a pocket. "Does have pockets. So, 's not all bad."
The brush caused him to freeze momentarily. Her scooting away made him give her a mental scowl. Removing his leg from the potted plant, (oh that was stiff), he sat correctly on the bench. they may be enemies but, really.

"Lina, what makes you think all us senshi are good? I mean look at me." He cockily leaned back, purposely exposing his chest to her reach. "How many senshi would have beaten up of that orange haired harlot like I did? How many would have told your boss to go ******** himself? The thing is Miss Linarite." He grinned at her. "As far as the senshi go, I'm not exactly a pure ******** snowflake. You've seen what I can do." He raised his hand to the sky, mimicking his attack pose. "So the real question is," he leaned a bit closer.


"....aw ******** I want to make a joke about how badass I am and how we should do it, but I can't. We're both bad Lina, just..different kinds." He pulled back and started chuckling. "...And besides...if a starseed is like your heart...you've already got part of mine." Okay, that was what, the 5th cheesy line now?