<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/monstergirlencyclopedia/images/2/21/Hellhound_cloth.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/339?cb=20150222064724)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">RENOA</span><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tsuneo's home<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tsuneo<br/><hr/><br/>Renoa growled softly as she breathed in his scent deeply. She loved his smell...then again, whenever she got like this, any man smelled good to her. "I have the fires of hell burning in my loins...I've got plenty of energy." She comments honestly. During heat she did seem to have a remarkable amount of energy to spare, as he likely noticed with her fervent humping of the furniture. She had noticed the effects her constant sexual displays had on him...the way pants tended to bulge a bit whenever she played with herself in front of him. It always helped her along to imagine what magnificent tool he was hiding beneath his clothes and how wonderful it would feel to give in to their natural urges.<br/><br/>But they never did...not yet anyway. She reluctantly pulls herself away before his masculine scent made her even crazier with lust. "Eat fast..." She said as she moved to sit at the table, her voice sounding more like an order than a request. "I want to get there early...that bird and I have something we need to...discuss." She says with a grin. Mainly, which one of them was in charge and which was only a toy to get the other off.<br/><br/>As she ate breakfast she looks over at the note Tsuneo had been reading when she came in curiously. While she was fairly proficient at speaking and understanding Japanese, she couldn't read it worth damn. The kanji symbols all looked the same to her, needlessly complex lines and marks. Nothing like English, which only had 26 characters, most of which were fairly simple and diverse instead of the 70 or so characters, spanning three different categories, that written Japanese has. And that's not even getting into the formation of kanji characters, of which there are thousands. So, all she was able to tell was that there was indeed something written on the paper, but what was well beyond her abilities to decipher. The only part of it that she could actually recognize was the official symbol of M.O.N. and the monster cultural exchange program at the top.<br/><br/>"What is that?" She asks finally, swallowing the mouthful of food she'd been chewing. "Looks...important." Was all she could say about it