But wait… there were plants with teeth, weren’t there?
Ah, s**t.
She’d been out on patrol earlier in the evening when she’d stumbled across a cluster of girls under attack by some creepy looking youma. A few punches in the appropriate spots and a smack against the wall had the creature crushed, turning into dust in a matter of minutes and only minimal sweating. The girls had been grateful to Duhr, who had no idea how to react to someone actually being happy with something she’d done. Usually her tornadoes caused more issue than anything else -- it was rare that she’d been thanked for doing something against one of those monster creatures.
Hell… had she ever been thanked before?
The girls looked at her curiously as she stared at them blankly, unsure of how to respond to their comments of gratitude. As they’d been trying to peddle some colored flowers for some money makin’ thing of theirs, they seemed to think that giving her flowers was a good enough gift in exchange for saving their lives.
Duhr would have probably preferred a tip that came in the form of green but… it was nice just to be recognized, no rewards or nothin’. So she took the three flowers and thanked them kindly for the gesture, even if the flowers were peculiar lookin’ and not any color she’d ever seen a flower be before.
It was clear they had colored them for whatever event they were celebrating and the ones they’d given the senshi were meant to match her outfit but in the blonde’s opinion, made the flowers look all the more stranger. Still, a present was a present… but now it came down to what in the heck was she gonna do with them?
She decided to continue this particular debate while munching over her favorite snack (naturally), sitting on the sidewalk with one waffle in one hand while the flowers sat (brightly, no less) on top of the styrofoam container full of the remaining to-go waffles she’d ordered.
Mags didn’t own a vase at her apartment - there wasn’t a need for one, really. Flowers were a luxury, an expense she couldn’t justify, a present she didn't normally receive. It would be a plum shame for them to go to waste though, especially since the girls had given them to show their appreciation.
But who did Duhr have to give flowers to?
It took her a full thirty minutes before she came to a conclusion.
She’d leave one for her sad Nega friend -- friend might’ve been a stretch of a word but he’d been pleasant enough to share waffles over with, so Mister Ochre was gonna hopefully find both a waffle and flower off on the sidewalk where they’d met one another.
The other was an olive branch of sorts, for the crazy sonofabitch that had do-si-doed his way around with her hands and threatened (or promised?) to catch her on the flip side of things. Whatever that meant… well, she didn’t really wanna find out, if she was being perfectly honest.
Since he hadn’t given her a name, she just scribbled something down for the heck of it and left it, with a waffle of his own, over where their fateful battle had occurred.
Whether or not either one of them would find them was beyond her….but it was an attempt, at least. The last would go to her bestie, of course.
And, with that, she shrugged her lace-covered shoulders and headed back to her apartment, licking the syrupy crumbs from off of her fingers.
To Ochre:
Strickenized
To The Machine:
Ivynian
(Sorry, she’s really bad with names!!)
To Kat:
Orangeish Sherbert
