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She was staring at the stranger called Blaine for one second and in the next, she felt herself being thrown out, a strong teleportation pull that sent everyone in the room spiraling back to Earth. The group scattered, most being sent back to their original location - if only it had been that easy.

Dia would have loved to have been returned to her spot. Loved to have been alone, not bothered by alien nor nemesis, just alone to her thoughts and time to react to what in the world had just happened to her?

But no.

Instead, she now stood outside of a dinky looking hot dog stand, an angry senshi's hand still in her hair as one of his fists remained gripped around her arm. Around them, civilians stood in awe and confusion, wondering where these two oddly dressed people had randomly appeared from. A child stood next to his mother, a hot dog halfway in his mouth as his free hand tugged on her skirt. An elderly couple shook their heads and looked horrified - what had society come to, this day and age, for punks to be roaming the streets in such getup, causing such violence! The hot dog vendor still had his back turned, facing the grill and the half dozen hot dogs cooking on it.

Jerking forward, the pink haired senshi fought against the fingers tangled in her hair, arms doing their best to swing around and pull against the force that held her against him.

"Let. Me. GO!"

Truth be told, Dia herself could have probably gone for a taco instead of the meaty sticks being served to the people surrounding them. Hot dogs never did the trick for her - maybe it was their awkward shape, their horrific color or the fact they were rumored to consist of random pig parts? Whatever reason, it added insult to injury to find herself stuck once again with the purple-haired senshi but now she was surrounded by strangers with wrapped up pig sticks.

That was the problem with vendor carts and food trucks - they were never in the same place when you really needed them.

Released from his grip, the candy senshi's first instinct was for her hands to fly up and straighten up the tangled mess of hair that had been tampered with. Which was hard, considering she had a good ten pounds of hair to sift through. While gloved fingers combed through her locks, she turned and scowled at the other sailor scout.

"Relax? You could have really hurt me." After all, she'd only thrown goo at him - Candy Coating was harmless, arm twisting was not. At least in her mind, the two didn't add up. Then again, she'd never been much for physical violence to begin with.

Her stomach growled suddenly, adding to the awkwardness of the situation. Cheeks lit up with embarrassment, yet another pink hue on top of the many she already wore. Why did there have to be only hot dogs around?

"Now say you're sorry."

Her eyebrows quirked up as he turned to address their growing audience. Even the hot dog vendor had added his attention in, ignoring the hot dogs rolling slowly on the grill to watch the two strangely dressed young adults argue with one another. The smell of slowly burning meat filled the air, but all eyes were on the fighting couple.

The purple headed bully angled to look back at her expectantly, his offer of a salad still lingering in her direction. Was he really serious? Did he really think that she was just going to ignore the fact that they'd been fighting only moments earlier and walk off with him, arm in arm, to find some dinner?

Granted, she was fairly hungry.

Finally noticing the concerned looks on the audience's faces, she had enough sense to look sheepish, catching on to his ploy. "Yes, we could use a bit of work - especially on my partner's part."

Letting go of her hair, she moved to snatch hold of the other senshi's wrist, dragging him along as she stomped her way down the sidewalk (or rather, as best as one can stomp in stiletto heels). She had half a mind to attempt to snatch his starseed, but the thought of his beastly fists flailing out to hit her in her face - well, that kept her urges in check, to say the least.

They made it down the block and around the corner before she stopped and released his wrist, letting out a huffy "You owe me at least a burger - I'm not a salad sort of girl."

While the tone may have been snarky, the compromise was extended. Dinner instead of a brawl.

"And a milkshake. With a cherry on top."

She watched as crumpled bills appeared from within the folds of his clothing, turning up with a rather small amount overall. No fine dining for her, it seemed - but then again, showing up in a fancy restaurant with an ungodly amount of hair that probably looked absolutely awful after the traumatic experience she had earlier wasn't an appealing thought either.

She debated arguing, pushing for a milkshake and fries in the place of a burger but she didn't have the energy. Fighting, or at least attempting to avoid becoming a human shield, took a lot more work than she had figured it would.

"Fine."

Glancing down the sidewalk, the street lamps that lined the walkway were slowly beginning to flicker on. Neon signs of stores were already lit, welcoming in the evening hours as they replaced the glow of the setting sun.

Turning back, her arms folded across her chest as her head nodded in the direction of the nearby shopping district.

"Well? Lead the way...." She paused, realizing she didn't even know his name. Awkward. ".....sir."

"You could say please, you know."

She instinctively began to wrinkle her nose again, but stopped herself as she realized with the rate of face-making she was doing that evening, wrinkles could very well be inevitable in her future. The candy senshi begrudgingly stepped forward and slid her arm into his extended offer, making sure to keep her distance otherwise.

"Dia." Fair was fair, after all, and perhaps he would remember her name in the future, should they run into one another again and she manage to get the upper hand.

The duo walked in silence towards the diner, the only sounds filling the night being the fabric of their uniforms swishing while high heels clicked along the sidewalk.

Finally, she murmured, "What are you supposed to be a senshi of, anyways?"

Centipedes? Really?

She supposed it wasn't that strange of a sphere, but she suddenly felt a lot more fortunate with her own powers. Had she been forced to be the senshi of worms or snakes or cockroaches, there would be no way in heck that she would ever power up. Ever.

The rough looking guy across the street jeered at them, her partner for the evening returning the affection with an extended middle finger. Dia couldn't help but smirk at his response - perhaps the White Moon senshi weren't complete tools, after all.

The diner was quaint, but the smell of deliciously greasy food wafted in their direction as the door swung open, exiting patrons giving the duo curious looks as they made their way off in the opposite direction. She didn't wait for him to open the door for her, releasing her arm from his as she slipped in the doorway.

While it wasn't anything glamorous by any means, the restaurant promised appealing food, at the very least, judging by the plates of the diners the couple passed by as they made their way towards an empty booth. The waitress behind the counter called out for them to "take a seat wherever" and Dia had every intention of doing so. It took a few booths before she found one acceptable, sans crumbs on the table and tearing on the plastic seating. Sliding into one side, she folded her hands in her lap and glanced out the window into the dark evening.

The waitress was quick to drop menus in front of them both, the candy senshi choosing to glance at it without touching - especially after noticing the smudge of something in the top corner of hers.

"So... do you come here often, then?"

"Well what else would you want to start the conversation with?" The grumble fell under her breath, the senshi obviously insulted by his ultra-grumpy attitude. After all, she'd only cast a harmless gooball - if anything, she should be the grumpy one, having her hair pulled and her arm nearly torn off!

He was more focused on the menu than her complaints or attempts at conversation and she watched as he studied the limited options available to them. When he suggested wedges - wedges? - she stared at him blankly. Like, the french fries?

Her gaze fell down to her own menu, as if to avoid another possible Really? expression from the purple haired man sitting across from her. Black heels began to balance on themselves as tired feet began to play idly with her stilettos. "I guess... if I could have a milkshake as my drink?"

Cutting pink eyes back over to him, she gave him a small pout. "Just a milkshake and the wedges...to share."

The waitress was making her way back towards the table and Dia's eyes never left Centisima's as the moment of truth was upon them.

"Chocolate."

Any other situation, she would have ordered a strawberry milkshake in a heartbeat. Even vanilla - as plain and ordinary as it was - sounded scrumptious too but she went for chocolate out of the slim, hopeful chance that her companion was allergic to the sugary substance.

Then again, judging by her luck, it was probably his favorite flavor. Hmph.

The waitress, more curious as to her customers' attire than their attitudes towards one another, jotted down the request and made her way back towards the kitchen with their order.

"Sorry for trying to be civil," she muttered sulkily once the waitress was finally out of earshot. Moving to rest her elbows on the table, she sank her chin into both palms as she stared at the young man. "Why don't you try starting off the conversation, then?"