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It was ridiculous, absolutely $*@&#xin;g ridiculous that Rohan had insisted (insisted rather strongly, she might add) that Amaravati go patrolling with a partner. She had been offended from the get-go, feeling as though he was impugning her ability to handle herself alone. Rohan had, of course, explained that the person she was to meet was currently injured, and needed a little extra help. Fine. Fine, she'd agreed to go, dragging her heels the whole way. Ametrine did not like to hunt as part of a pair. Patrolling was slightly different, but her feeling on the whole was very much the same.

%@#$ him. Well, she'd just have to make do, here. At least she had something over on the lieutenant in question. ... Something which, she decided, she was going to exploit ruthlessly. Rohan had set her up for a bad day, and she was determined that her 'partner' (if one could really call him that) was bloody well going to suffer along with her. So she found herself padding to the park (limping just a little, %$@% that ankle), passing civilians on her way, looking for all the world like any other girl. Well, maybe not any other girl. Amara was more womanly than most girls her age, and she tended toward designer get up.

So not any other girl. But she looked normal, and that was the point. Whatever. For once she didn't care about appearances, because she was being matched up with some gimpy lieutenant who needed her tender loving care. ^#%^ that. Eh. Ehhhh. She glanced around the park, eyes settling on a boy who met his description, and sighed. Well, at least he was a boy. No simpering nonsense here. That was the hope anyway. If he disappointed her-- so help him if he disappointed her. "Creighton, is it?" she inquired, curving an eyebrow at the green haired young man. Time would tell if he was up to her standards.

It was the heels. It had to be the heels. But Amaravati was taller than Creighton no matter which way you put it. "... None of your $*@$ing business, but since you asked so nicely, I'm Amaravati. Your patrol partner." She said the last with a thick layer of disgust. She was not happy about that. Not one bit. "So get off your arse, and let's go." She was not feeling too terribly tolerant. Then again, considering what she was planning to do to him, it was a wonder that she wasn't grinning at him like the %$*#ing Cheshire Cat. "Unless, of course, you'd rather lounge around down there?"

She put a hand on her hip, shifting her weight accordingly, and waited for him. It was a couple hours since school had gotten out, so she'd taken the time to change, which meant that she was wearing heels. It always meant that she was wearing heels. Anyway, that added to the illusion of greater height. "I've got somewhere in mind to start with," she informed him, not at all impressed so far. Well, in all fairness had she be in the same situation she might well have fallen over like that. But she didn't have to tell him so.

And she would have gotten up by now. Reaching down (and she had to reach pretty far down to get to him), she offered the young man a hand up, pulling him with her to his feet. "Come on. We don't have all day. Or anyway, I don't." She had plans, %#&$. Plans. Plans which did not involve short boys who took tumbles. ... Although that kind of sounded like fun in and of itself-- but no. No, there would be no innuendo handed out. Business before pleasure, as it were. Where the Negaverse was concerned, Amara was all business.

"Nope. It's not a talking thing. It's a 'I'm going to take you where I want' thing, because Rohan forced this on me." Glancing over the boy, she gave a little shrug. "No offense. I don't play well with others. Not on patrols." She wasn't the type to start a fight with another Negaverse officer, but she was definitely unhappy about her predicament. "Unless you want to draw a lot of attention, I suggest you follow me." With that, she turned and started in the direction of a particularly nice pet store-- one that bred its own animals, and imported them from breeders when it could not.

$@%#, she'd even gotten Classy there. "Let me make this abundantly clear. I am doing this as a favor to a... friend, shall we say. If I want to manhandle you when you're slowing me down, I will," she said, turning to give him a very firm look. "Are we clear?" With that, she waltzed off in the direction of the petstore, fully expecting him to simply follow her. It was his job right now, wasn't it? If he wanted her not to jerk him around (har har har), he'd keep up. If he didn't keep up, well... that was on Rohan's head.

"Mmm, I guess you'll have to find out what I have to do, won't you?" she called back to him. Purse in hand, heels clacking against the sidewalk, she still managed to keep ahead of him. For the time being, anyway. Men were such babies sometimes, really. Or maybe it was the fact that he was injured that was tripping him up. Well so was she, and he didn't see her dawdling, now did he? Amaravati hid a fierce grin, amused by the entire situation. He sure had a mouth on him, didn't he? Almost as much of a one as she did, in point of fact. Fussy, fussy, fussy. If there was a slight limp to her walk, it was hardly noticeable. Not like a sling, or anything.

"Stupid. You mean, stupid like falling off of a bench stupid? Or do you mean stupid like insulting someone you don't know stupid? Or maybe another kind of stupid entirely?" Amaravati snorted, rolling her eyes at his remark. "For your information, high heels make a great weapon in a crunch. I'm not quite willing to go completely unarmed." A girl could kill with heels, and the men would never see it coming. Turning slightly, she favored him with a wicked, wicked grin. "Oh don't you worry, love, I know all about being obnoxious." The grin faded away as she went back to mostly ignoring him, and heading for the store.

They weren't far off. Whoever had originally designed the store had decided that being nearby the park would be a brilliant business move. And the thing was, they weren't far wrong. Kids who went to parks tended to like kittens and puppies, and baby birds. ... And a whole host of other animals besides. "Who the %$@# do you think you are to tell me what I should or should not be wearing, sweetheart?" she asked finally, guiding him toward the crosswalk. "Walk this way."

She gave him no warning before leading him directly in the door of the little petshop, and shoving a conveniently located puppy right in his face. "Now let's see... is it puppies or kittens for you, Creighton?" Yes. Yes, she was in fact informing him that she bloody well knew his weakness. And yes, she also meant to use it for all it was worth. Still, the fact that he'd called her hot won him a little warmth. Juuust a little. Not a lot, because she $@%^ well knew that she was smokin' hot, but a little. Most men didn't go right out and say it, and that ingratiated him to her somewhat.

... Okay. That was, quite probably, the cutest thing that Amaravati had ever (and she did mean ever) seen. Bar none. The pissed off, grumpy, in your face persona melted off for a moment, and she might've said "awww" if she had had a hair less self control. So. Bloody. Cute. Did he know that he was adorable where animals were concerned? Did he have any idea at all? How %#^$ing sweet. But she didn't comment on it, not yet. No, that would be reserved for a time when he was not immersed in puppy love.

The puppy was licking Creighton's nose, and wagging his little tail a mile a minute. It was taking every bit of self control that Amara had not to glee over the incredibly adorable scene. She was a girl after all, even if she also happened to be a lieutenant in the Negaverse. "So you should probably tell Rohan not to go around revealing secrets if you want this to stay under wraps," she remarked, indicating him and the puppy. "Hillworth doesn't allow pets, does it?" she inquired, because she had been for a moment seriously considering simply buying the puppy for him. It was that cute.

They were that cute. "Down to business. I know about this," she said, indicating the puppy, and the animals at large. "So we are going to handle things, and we are going to do it well. With flying %^$@ing colors. I am very serious about this patrol, love, so don't for a moment think that I will accept any acting out. We get the job done, and that is that." She was being a touch bossy with the boy, but she'd always been bossy. When paired up with someone of her own rank, she couldn't help but draw a line in the sand. She didn't want him ruining their operations. So long as he was a good little lieutenant, they were grand.

Otherwise... well, he didn't want to know about otherwise. She'd considered his point about the heels, but in all honesty, she didn't own a pair of flats outside of her school shoes. She did not wear school shoes outside of school. That was just simply not done. It would get them dirty, and then she'd have to have them cleaned, and wouldn't that be a hassle? No, she'd stick with what she had. To be fair, though, the heels on these shoes weren't as high as they came. She thought she'd been rather modest in her selection, honestly, when all was said and done.

Amaravati took a moment to consider Creighton, and then she nodded. "Fine. I won't expect you to go up against a guardian cat." Truth was, she wasn't so good with them herself. ... If she'd known fully what they were, anyway. But whatever he said, she could believe he'd have trouble going up against an animal. "We're meant to keep an eye out for senshi today. I was told nothing of guardian cats." She had had a rather pitifully poor education regarding such things, and if she'd been asked to point out a guardian cat from sight alone, she probably wouldn't have managed. ... Yet, anyway.

"I don't know about 'everyone and their mother', but I sure as %$#$ do. Do what you want with Rohan, so long as you're going to be professional with me." For now, anyway. He didn't need to be professional outside of the job, of course. She had no requirements outside of it, and she wasn't going to start now. "Let's go when you're ready. Looks like that puppy is getting attached." The poor little thing was wagging its tell and wiggling in a truly puppyish manner. She wasn't a dog person, but she could make exceptions for adorable puppies.

Raising an eyebrow, she leaned against the door, and waited for him to finish up with the puppy. "I have a kitten at home. She's old enough now that she's almost a young cat... but she acts like a kitten." It was more information than he needed, really, but she was feeling generous. Why not have a little sharing time with her fellow lieutenant, eh? Why not indeed. He'd been relatively well behaved, all things considered. Even if it was too bad that he had such a visible weakness. ... Currently visible, perhaps less visible when they were actually patrolling.

"Did you want it to be?" Amaravati asked with a short laugh, amused that he had decided to play that game with her. "Really, Creighton, I'm sure Classy would be flattered. My cat, that is." Oh dear. They had officially entered flirtatious territory, but her mind was still mostly on the job. "Let's go, then," she added, not willing to make any promises where his secret weakness was concerned. No, she was not going to give up her weapon, thank you very much. She'd be nice for now, however, and he would have to accept that for what it was.

Personally, she didn't think that he could handle her. Certainly not with one gimpy arm like that. But that was a thought for another time. Right now, she needed to get him to somewhere out of the way, so that they could power up. She wasn't ready to go on patrol without Karma, and Karma came with her uniform. The pitchfork might only be plastic, but it was sharper than it seemed, and it made for a handy thwacking implement, besides. "I'd offer to take you back to my dorm to power up, but... I really can't risk my roommate catching sight of you. Khalla doesn't approve of me bringing boys back to our room."

She paused for a moment, considering. "Then again, she might be gone. She does volunteer an awful lot. ... So, let's go to my place, and then we'll patrol from there. Rohan was nonspecific as to where exactly you're expected to patrol. Mind letting me know?" Because of course Creighton knew. He had to know, or she was going to be one very irritable young woman. Rohan probably wouldn't like her being a very irritable young woman, so here was hoping that Creighton knew, and that they could get on with their lives. She started off toward the dorms, wishing that she'd chosen to drive to the park today.