>get done working out at gym, step outside, see HER again
>"S-stop right there, e-evildoer! I've c-come in the name of JUSTICE to make you face your crimes!"
>She's blushing as she shakes a Payday wrapper in my face
>"Look, I've already said I was sorry for the littering, can't you let it go? It's been a week…"
>"NO E-EXCUSES! P-PAY FOR YOUR CRIMES!"
>She keeps stuttering. It'd be almost endearing if she wasn't doing this crazy crusade against littering.
>I take out my wallet, flip it open, pull out a 5 and hand it towards her
>"Is this enough? I'm telling you, I'm honestly sorry."
>She looks at the money, then at me, back and forth a few times, doing an almost comical double take, like she can't believe I just offered her 5 bucks
>Her flames on her tail go up, which I assume is not a good thing
>N-no, i-idiot. I-I was talking about c-c-combat. Y-you have to f-fight me."
>She casts her eyes downward and blushes like she said something extremely dirty. I have no idea what is happening.
>Before I can say anything, she charges straight at me, eyes closed, screaming, scaring the shit outta me
>I sidestep, leave my foot out, and she goes tumbling into a trashcan near the front of the gym.
>ohfuck.jpg
>I scramble to help her up, throwing out "I'm sorry" non-stop, when outta nowhere, she hugs me
>I dunno what to do, so I kinda hug back, let it happen
>Finally she lets go, looks me up and down, nods once, and just walks away
>Leaving me confused, with a tipped over trashcan, and a completely ruined shirt.
Salamander girls are fucking weird, what the fuck happened?