Noctua was, finally, just about up to date on her quota. This would be the last night that she would have to pull a double, crouching at the mouth of an alley as strangers passed her by. A few held out dollars, mistaking her for someone at a disadvantage. She, of course, took the money. No need to be rude as she did her job. She carefully folded the bills into her fuku, not once looking up from where her eyes were glued to the concrete beneath her feet. Someone gave her a half empty bottle of water and while she was sure it was nothing less than a good faith gesture, she still committed that face to memory for later. Good will gesture or not, it lacked common decency.
If she downed the water then... well that was her business. She'd been out for a while and she was thirsty. Sue her.
And well... she was bored. Energy gathering was always the lowlight of her job as a senshi for the Negaverse. She much preferred the rush of missions, snatch and grabs, captures, and real, gritty field work. This felt too much like the paper work that was forever piled up in neat stacks on Benitoite's desk. Paperwork that she herself would soon be accruing as her promotion to Eternal loomed on the horizon. Beni was even talking about giving her trainees now that she was well.
And while his faith in her and his excitement to give her responsibility was moving... she still sometimes wished she was stunted again. At least when she wasn't sleeping she also wasn't asked to do too much of the boring stuff.
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