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Kicking off her heels, Sailor Duhr plopped herself down on the sidewalk unceremoniously, waves of frilly skirt and bows making a soft whoosh sound around her as they settled. Her face was solemn, for a change, blue eyes shooting daggers at the grey blue heels that had subjected her feet to yet another round of blisters.

She knew she could probably make it home in a matter of minutes, her apartment in the seedy side of Destiny City only a block or two away. But the nagging feeling inside her, the feeling of being suffocated by the same four, dull, lonely walls wouldn't go away, so once again she found herself ambling the streets in the guise of patrolling.

In the distance, a shot rang out, followed by several loud cheers and hollers. Nothing sounded like a panicked scream, so she felt satisfied with staying in her little corner of the sidewalk for the time being. If anyone else needed her, she'd come runnin'.... but not until they made their distress known.

After all, she wasn't eager to add more blisters to her soles any time soon.

The little pink chef's hat fluttered across her poofed up skirt, white gloved hands moving to pluck it up from off the excessive amount of fabric. It was weird - then again, there were a lot of weird things runnin' around Destiny City - but finding a miniature hat in the middle of the scummy part of Destiny City...

Inserting two fingers into the opening of the hat, she poked upwards and twirled the accessory around on her hand. It was small enough for a doll, even, or a small critter like a...

Her head jerked around, bright blue eyes falling across the large feline descending from the rooftop towards her direction.

.... a cat!

Adjusting her skirt so that she could turn to her side, she gave the Guardian a small wave. "Well, howdy there! Don't ya know that this isn't the kind of neighborhood for pretty little gals like you? Are ya lost?"

Shaking her head, dozens of blonde curls went flying as she let out a rather unlady-like laugh. "Nah, ya don't need to worry about me, Ah live around here."

Another shot rang out in the neighborhood, but this sounded like a car backfiring more than an actual gunshot. Duhr wasn't worried.

One glove was plucked off her hand as she reached out to shake her newest, furry friend's paw. "Ah'm Duhr. Senshi of tornadoes. Who are you supposed ta be, lil gal?"

Reaching into the top of her dress, a folded up waffle appeared from who knows where, the senshi promptly tearing the cold breading into smaller pieces as she watched the cat gaze longingly at her curls. Popping a shred in her own mouth, she then gestured a small fragment towards her new friend. "Ya hungry, friend?"

Popping a piece of the tasty bread into the large cat's mouth, Duhr couldn't help but laugh at her comment. Afraid? To live in her apartment?

"Nah, Ah don't mind it much. Well I mean, it could be quieter and all..."

She spared a glance back in the direction of the noisy neighbors, but shrugged it off. They'd quiet down after a while - or else the cops would come and quiet things down for them. Either way, they'd get quieter. "S'not like I have anywhere else I can go, right?"

Shaking away the doldrums, she returned to happier thoughts. "Nice ta meetcha, Julienne. Haven't seen one of the talkin' kind in a long while. Y'all must have been busy, lately."

Duhr wished she could say that she'd been busy lately. After the fight they'd had with the Negaverse well over a year ago, things had been mighty quiet, aside from the occasional youma or two.

"Where else would you hold onto 'em?"

She seemed genuinely perplexed by the cat's question, one gloved hand moving to pull out another waffle fragment from god only knew where in her dress. "Snacks are important for patrolling, after all."

Munching on another cold, soggy food particle, she thought long and hard about the watermelon senshi that the nameless kitty had mentioned. She didn't remember seein' anyone watermelon themed, but then again... she hadn't been asking them, either. Were they just supposed to announce what they were senshi of? Had she been doin' her introductions all wrong, all of these years?

"Don't think Ah've met her, but then again, Ah haven't met too many senshi 'round these parts," she confessed, feeling sheepish. "Not like there's any way to keep track of 'em or anything, anyways."

"Can do, Miss Kitty," Duhr said without much fanfare, pushing up off her feet as she collected the large cat into her arms. There were plenty of frozen waffles back at her apartment and there was no sense in not sharin' any with the feline - especially if the poor lil gal didn't have a place to stay the night.

Large feet clomped across the pavement as she balanced the waffle in one hand, cat in the other arm and chewed on the cold, fluffy food thoughtfully. Sure, she wasn't a Derp, but she was friendly enough - and probably had a decent 'mount of answers to offer up for all of Duhr's questions, to boot.

"Ah'll make you whatever ya'd like," blonde curls nodded as the girl shifted from her fuku and into her regular clothes, which, this evening, consisted of jeans and a plain, raggedy t-shirt, "Will even share my bed, how 'bout that!"

And, just like that, Mags Butler had made a new friend... whether poor Julenne wanted one or not.