She then looks to DB with a confusion before smiling "First time in forever I dont feel misunderstood. . . Thanks." The vixen does attempt to offer the other her hand to hold as if just looking for a bit more comfort.

"Oh. . Thanks. I appreciate that . . Dont think anyone has really complimented me like that before. Most just walk over me." She mumbles herself, averting her eyes away from the hedgehog. "It's. . Tough."

"Not a surgeon. . . More a field medic than anything. Get you patched up enough to continue or survive."

"Ah. . I know guitar. . Uh. . Barely read much besides medical journals. . Was a medic in th' wars. . " Fiona didn't seem too displeased with the answers despite the odd one about roadkill . .

"Thanks. . ." Fiona was certainly finding herself enjoying the others company despite their quiet nature. Deciding to test the waters, Fiona focuses her attention on Douchebag. "Ahem. . DB, do you do anything interesting outside modeling?"

"I mean, it would be nice to look as pretty as you, truthfully. You've got that down nicely." She nods as she also sips her drink, blue eyes settled upon the hedgehog.

The fox work mostly revealing clothing that of which was always her arms and midriff. The latex crop-top did Much to accentuate her breasts. "Right. . . Fine. I guess those could work. . "

"Unless the dresses are black. . . Mostly what I am wearing currently." She motions to herself with the spikes adorning her belt and leather making up most of what she was wearing.

"Fine. . Its a start, at least. I will still keep to my side gig of slinging contracts." The vixen states after taking a swig of her beer, setting it down.

"Maybe. . y' proposin' somethin', then?" She'd ask as the drink was placed in front of her, Fiona quickly taking the bottle to drink some of it down.

"Cute. . . Find all tha' interesting. Definitely wish I could've gotten into th' modelin' scene. Certain events kept me from even seein' those goals through." She huffs.

Fiona had her suspicions given her past interactions with models, none of which were this reclusive. She leans forward, resting her arms on the table. "What kind of modeling work?"

She wasn't really expecting a business card of all things. She does take it from the corners as to not mess it up, a light nod being given. "Ah. . Well, I'm jus' a merc. Ain't nothin' special." If Douchebag hadn't noticed, Fiona did have two pistols holstered at waist, barely seen over the table.

"That's. . . Fine." She replies as she also orders a beer with her sandwich. It was a light beer which would be easier on the stomach. The menu was taken and she focuses on Douchebag. "Whats it y' do?"

"Fine with me. Usually lookin' out for my own health, too. . Don't like feelin' bloated." She nods as the server walks up to their table. Fiona was the first to order, giving the man her order before he turns to Douchebag for her own.

"Guess I'll just grab whatever you're havin', honestly." The vixen responds, closing the menu and resting her arms over her chest with a light sigh.

"Thanks. . I jus' like th' vibe. . How y' carry yourself an' all that." At least her compliment was toward her personality or what could be seen as a personality. "Eh. . Typical fare here."

"You are certainly. . Interesting." The vixen would say calmly toward the hedgehog who had just now looked at her. Her own eyes would glance down at the menu, casually glancing over the beer options.

The vixen shrugged as she followed through with less grace as she nearly shoulder-checked a few people. Sliding into the booth, the light would be mostly on her which highlighted her bright red fur. She leans forward, eyes on Douchebag. "So. . "

Given present company, the vixen does her best to accommodate. With Douchebag beside her, she gestures to the back of the bar. "Less people."

"Here's hopin' the drinks are adequate, too. . " She'd respond back, glancing to the blonde hedgehog beside her before reaching for the door to open it, allowing Douchebag in first.

And then the vixen would move after she had, entering into the active portal. She'd shield her eyes as she steps on through to the other side, tail flicking once.

She scoffs at the attempt at a joke as she sights the gleam of that warp ring. Her tail flicks behind her a few times, a bit of curiosity toward an item she is familiar with.

"Mn. . If y' want. Wouldn't be th' first time I've taken a warp ring before." She glanced to the woman who was speaking to her yet not looking at her. Fiona had to admit that she was kind of cute in a freaky sort of way.

She didn't mind that one bit. Fiona did enjoy quiet. A little hum escapes her as she tries not to laugh at the name. "Alrigh', DB. . . Jus' call me Fiona." She'd respond back to her while walking beside the other woman, hands still in her pockets.

"I mean, you'll have to take me if y' want to get somethin' to eat." She laughs before going silent soon after. She motions with her head for Douchebag to follow. "Go ahead, then. I'll walk wit'ya. What's y' name again?"

Fiona has seen worse in other people. The vixen thinks for a minute before giving off another shrug toward the hedgehog. "I mean, we can always go watch a movie. . . get something to drink. Eat."

The vixen was pretty decent reading others; however, the blonde hedgehog definitely wasn't giving out any indicators. She locks her eyes with those dull brown optics, piercing blues looking into her. "Mm. . Did y' want to hang out or?"

Neither was Fiona. "Guess the same for me. . ." She huffs as she digs her hands into her pockets all while looking the other up and down. "We barely talked. ."

She just looks toward the blonde hedgehog. The vixen didn't hold any remorse or hate for the woman. . . given they barely talked. She just shrugs. "S'up?"

She comes and goes. She is here now.

• ៚ —– ◈ ❝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐳𝐳 ！ • ➥ 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐥。 • ➥ 𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰。 • ➥ 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢。 • ➥ 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 ！ • ៚ —– ◈ 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐳𝐳。

"Scourge. . ."

Her tail flicks behind her. "Thanks. . . Tha's nice of y'." She glanced over at Bunnie as she subtly offers her hand to hold. "Yeah. . ." Sipping from her own drink.

Fiona wasn't sitting too far away from her, hips practically touching. . . It was a small bench. She also would do the same with her free arm, draping it over the back of the bench. "An' prefer t' be called hot. I like it. . . An' we can work wit' 'handsome'. Suits y', babe."

"So, you're hot? Was wha' I was gon' get t' killin' it, anyway." The park wasn't so far away. The vixen plopped her behind in a bench!

"Well, I enjoy th'. It's cute." She sticks her tongue out slightly at the light shove as she guides the two out of the shop.

((Bunnie and fi secret couple

". . . The slurpee is only a 1.50, hun." She gave a light laugh as she gives her a playful bump.

"Y' feel bad? I'm th' one who offered t' pay for it." She gave a light chuckle as she simply picks up a soda, nodding. "There." The vixen gave a little nod as she goes to pay for the bun's drink.

She shrugs her shoulders. "Its. . . Fine. An' nah. I aint really for sweet drinks, anyway." She chuckles, rubbing the back of her head.

"Alone, unfortuantely. Still ain't got nobody." She sighs as they approach the slurpee machine. They are, thankfully, really cheap as always! "So?"

"Guess can say th' same. Dropped th' whole villain thing. . . Eh. Glad y' fine." She didn't notice this whatsoever as they are making their way into the convenience store proper!

Just met and the two were already on a semi-date. . . To 7/11. "Mmhm. . . Ain't seem y' in forever. You're doin' fine?" She glances over at the rabbit as she accompanies the fox.

She rolls her eyes and just beckons her to follow, huffing. "Jus' C'mon. . . And jus' call me Fiona, babes."

She huffs. "Jus' cause you're cute. .. I'll getcha one. ."

". . Go get one?"

"And I don't remember y' talkin' so damn much. . . Eh. So, what's th' me from your universe like, huh?" She didn't seem phased by any of this. She definitely knew Sally looked. . . different.