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Maybe it hadn't just been her dorm. It had seemed louder than normal, and Fleur, needing to do some serious studying after skipping a few days in favor of senshi duty, had come to the park. It was better, but she still couldn't focus as well as she would have liked to. Maybe it was the fact that the warm weather was just begging her to frolic, or maybe it was just the fact that her mind kept slipping back to things that Fleur really had no business thinking about. She managed an hour before turning back. She hadn't even left the park when something caught her eye.

The guy was attractive. The kitten was adorable.

She was really supposed to not be staring. Staring was bad, but, it was all she could do to not outright giggle. For a split second, she even failed at that. His expression was just so great, and the kitten just looked so happy. "Hello!" she called out cheerfully as she approached him. "Are you ok?" That was her standard response to pretty much anything confusing. She'd heard of kids getting stuck in trees trying to help cats, but she didn't expect to see someone her own age in that predicament.

"Sure, I'll help you," Fleur said, a little quieter than before. Not that the kitten seemed disturbed by any of the noise of the park, or their conversation. She was grinning very widely, as she was still making a valiant effort at not giggling and barely succeeding. She would help, though. Who was she to deny a kitten in need? Only an awful person would deny such a cry for help, even though the kitten herself didn't look that panicked. She would, later, and it wasn't like Fleur had a ton better to do. However, she didn't lift her arms to catch the kitten.

"I'm not going to let you throw it at me, though." Curled up in a ball sleeping contentedly, the cat looked innocent and harmless, but it was thrown from the tree and panicked it would probabally turn into some fierce monster. Figuratively, of course. It definitely wasn't a youma or anything. " I don't really feel like having my arms shredded," she pointed out, still cheerful. "I kind of like my skin."

She stood thinking for a moment. Problem solving was something she was ok at, she thought, but she was still drawing a blank. "Maybe... uh..." She turned, looking for something to stand on or something. Her schoolwork bag was with her, not that she really wanted it ruined. Hopefully it wouldn't be. She didn't have any better ideas. Holding it above her head, she asked, "Can you reach this?" She couldn't really see up in the tree while holding the bag. "If you can put her gently on it, do that, but don't throw her or anything! If you can't, tell me. I'll try to figure something else out." Not that she could think of anything else easy to try. Maybe getting more people, or probabally a ladder like in all those storybooks. She didn't have any idea where to find a ladder, though, so... She waited to see if the kitten would be put on the bag or not.

"You're sure you can't reach?" asked Fleur, trying in vain to stretch herself out just a bit more. She was already on her tiptoes with her bag practically being balanced on her fingertips. Though she couldn't see above herself, the cat didn't sound too happy, and when she didn't feel it being lowered onto her bag within a few seconds, she dropped into a sitting position with a sigh, laying the bag beside her. The thought of leaving after a polite farewell didn't even come into her mind. She considered herself part of the predicament now and wouldn't be satisfied until everyone was safely on the ground.

Getting them to the ground, however, was not something she had any idea how to do. "I'm not sure," she admitted after a moment, looking up at the ridiculous pair with a very straight face. She was all business, trying hard to think of any possible solutions. "I could call someone, maybe. That would be a mess, though..." The fire department coming to the rescue was how it always worked out in those stories, but it seemed a bit ... much. "Or I could try to find a ladder, maybe, if I knew where to look..." She was pretty sure there was a maintenance shed not very far away, but, well, there were lots of problems with that idea. "Um... maybe you could put here in my bag and then climb down? No... that probabally wouldn't work. She'd probabally just get panicked, and, uh..."

She replaced her business face with a smile for a second as she returned his compliment. "I kind of like your skin, too."

Fleur took a break from her intense brainstorming to glance up at the pair and giggle. "Well, I was thinking more like professionals, but my dad's friend is 6'6"..." Not that she was going to try that plan, mostly because the was walking confidently down the branch instead of cowering in the guy's arms, and didn't look like she required the help of either giants or the fire department. When she jumped, Fleur lunged...

And totally missed. She was used to Cybele's reflexes when dealing with situations like this, but it didn't end up mattering. She stumbled a, of course, but luckily didn't fall flat on her face. The kitten, on the other hand, landed with perfect grace and paused for a stretch before turning to Fleur, and blinking its huge, adorable eyes at her. She melted, of course. What choice did she have? As she scooped up the kitty, she stroked her ears and whispered, "Aww... you're a lil' cutiepie, aren't you? Mmhuu," she was looking over the cat. No guardian star, no youma fangs obviously, but no collar either, not that that was unusual.

The guy in the tree was interesting enough to make her turn away from the cat, though. "Are you sure she was stuck?" she asked a bit teasingly, grinning. "Yes, you poor little baby..." After another round of petting and murmured compliments, her next comment was more serious. "She's really friendly... there's no way she's a stray."

His acrobatics were enough to turn Fleur’s attention away from the kitten for more than a few seconds, and since she was watching, she had more luck dodging his somewhat graceless landing than she’d had catching the cat. Also, it meant she got to laugh at his expense, which made her feel a litte better about her own bit of stumbling. Only a little, though. Her face still felt warm, and she was still giggling a little, so she looked down at the kitten instead of him while he got up, got himself together, and spoke. The kitten wrapped her tail around Fleur’s arm and purred.

Then, she glanced up at him and sort of smiled. He obviously didn’t know that much about animals, but it was ok. “Um… maybe. Animals have a good sense of direction, but there are dogs around, and lots of cars, and other big nasty monsters.” She said that last part with a huge joking smile, perhaps just a bit too lightheartedly. Then, she turned serious again. “She’s probably microchipped, though, and I have time to take her to the shelter, I think.” Her eyes had naturally drifted down to the kitty in her arms. She caught herself before she started talking to it, and looked back at him, smiling for real this time. The whole little cat saving adventure had been fun. “What’s your name, anyway? I’m Fleur.”