<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>Meeting place<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone, Tabitha, Suzume, Riku, Torikai<br/><hr/><br/>Renoa had a hard time reading Akira. A fact that she had found most displeasing. Even now, as she wore her heart on her sleeve and showing her own vulnerability and weakness, his reaction seemed...minimal. How was she supposed to trust someone like that? No way of really telling who's interests he actually held at heart, or if he ever considered anything beyond his own, admittedly secret, objectives. That's all she really wanted...an emotional reaction. She got plenty, from a complete stranger, a new friend, and most surprisingly, a beta she had bullied. But not the man she would most likely be living with for the foreseeable future...She shuddered as she hugged her knees a little tighter at that prospect.<br/><br/>"At this point I'm not sure he has them." She says glumly in response to Riku's words about Akira merely being unskilled at expression. No...his distinct lack of expression was undoubtedly practiced and intentional. The petting and positive attention did a lot to calm her down though, taking the raw and savage edge off of her emotions with a warm salve of endorphins. Her eyes had closed as she simply let herself enjoy the petting, whoever it was coming from at the moment. With everyone so eager to console her it was hard to tell who's fingers were who's at this point. They weren't Akira's, that much was certain.<br/><br/>She watches Riku excuse himself and return to the main room, entertaining thoughts of living with him instead of agent buzzkill. Would certainly be more fun teasing him. At least she was sure she could get a rise out of him. And the way he had been talking...Torikai getting used to her...made it seem like he might be entertaining such thoughts himself. That returned a gentle smile to her lips, at least she wasn't completely undesired it seemed.<br/><br/>"I'm ok now..." She says as she wipes the last of her tears away. She reaches up and gently takes Tabitha's cheeks in her hands and guides her closer to briefly and appreciatively kiss her lips. "...thank you for your concern." She says with a smile.<br/><br/>Almost on an automatic reaction she turned toward Jun, ready to show her appreciation to him in a similar manner. It was his humanly scent that gave her pause. She was here to learn their customs as well, after all. Not just force her own upon them.<br/><br/>Her hands withdrew as she smiled sweetly, standing up before straightening her spine and bending at the waist, mimicking the rigid sort of bowing she's noticed everyone doing. "Thank you as well...um...I don't know your name." She says, as she relaxes her posture again. "I will remember your scent, Jun." She adds after another polite bow, offering a traditional parting after learning his name. It meant considerably more than it seemed, scent being the sense tied most strongly to memory. When she wanted to remember someone during her solo fun, it was their scent she recalled to help paint her mental pictures.<br/><br/>With that she offered Torikai another smile, and an obvious look over from shoulder to hips. "Shall we return to the party as well?" She asks, turning to stride confidently back out into the densely populated room. She didn't even seem to notice her lack of pants, as though it were the most natural thing in the world...because it was.<br/><br/>She walked right back to Riku and Torikai, the only others she really feels like she knows enough to approach...She was determined to show her appreciation for Riku's kindness, in front of the harpy so she might at least see she meant no harm to him. Not any more at least.<br/><br/>She gave him a hug. "Thank you so much for your kind words, Riku...san?" She says, still not entirely sure about the different titles and levels of formality they described. Just extra and pointless mouth sounds to her, but she made the effort anyway before kissing just below her ear and straightening up. "But for future reference....Don't get between two bitches arguing over a bone." She adds as she turns back toward Torikai that cocky smirk of her's tugging her lips again as she sized up the harpy for like the 10th time. She decided not to push any further. Not right now at least. "...even if it's your's." She adds, just to fill Riku's dirty little mind and let it play with that thought. The two of them squabbling over him and his bone.