<div class="floatleft">(http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7824/post4km.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Todd Wainwright<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Tarrack Daemonling<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Todd's Room<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Not Inviting Rae Inside<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rae<br/><br/><hr/>The fullest ramifications of 'naked slumber' did not click to Todd's unrested mind. Being on display did not especially bother him; he had a lot to be proud of. He looked down at himself and then made a noise that expressed curiousity. A sort of 'how did this happen?' noise that suggested that maybe Todd was not who Rae wanted - anyone without the presence of mind to know when they lost their clothes probably was a liability. Todd had only had about eight hours of sleep in the past five days, and while that might have flown as an excuse in the old world there were no free rides in the hellworld. He did not reply immediately to Rae's insistence that whatever she wanted was important, and instead turned and padded around in his room for several moments. He eventually found pants, and then struggled to get them on, fumbling sleepily with them until finally he was clad in bifurcated integuments in the manner to which humankind had become accustomed. Then he returned to the doorway.<br/><br/>"What," Todd began, "is it you think I can do for you?" Things were beginning to become clearer. Slowly, ponderously. "If it's really important, don't you have your own resources to mobilize?" His brows knitted with mistrust. Despite all of his flaws and all of the areas he was found - egregiously - wanting, he was a Ranger and that meant he did not fall in with Los Vampiros on the force organization chart.