<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/tnKmPtH.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tsuneo Hunter<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Tsuneo's home<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Renoa,<br/><hr/><br/>To a hellhound like Renoa, Tsuneo’s house may not have been the most preferred place. It was comfortable enough, though the more sparse atmosphere might have made the place a little drab. With both some japanese and western aesthetics mixed in, Tsuneo seemed proud of both heritages, and english books intermixed with japanese novels or books alongside his bookshelves, he had games from both sides of the pond and one could see news from the US on his computer if they bothered to check. Tsuneo had some expectations about the hellhound, partially that she’d forego things like clothes for the most part, that she definitely had her preferences on creature comforts and that well, she’d be horny as hell. Pun intended. So the initial shock quickly wore off for him for the most part, as she was able to obey most of the rules he had for the house, and as long as anything broken or damaged was replaced via insurance? Fine, he wouldn’t sulk at that.<br/><br/>Still, her heat was a challenge for two things. One, she was doing it everywhere. Well, except his room. But the couch, her bedroom, the shower, the living room, the kitchen... Oh, and nothing seemed safe from slaking her lust. “Renoa, please. I don’t care what you use for the most part, just wash it... And wait, actually, if you use my sword to get yourself off we’re gonna have a serious talk.” The kendo swords were okay, but if she ever used his actual katana – his gift from his /mother/, he was going to do something serious about it other than play the part of an exasperated host. Oh yeah, and then there was the other major problem. He was a virgin. Despite his good looks he was usually a little too awkward to be seen as date material in school, and after school was over he had thrown himself into other things. So, for a person who wanted to have sex or at least lose his proverbial v-card, having a constantly horny, buxom guest who would fuck anything with a pulse (And by his experience, a  lot of things without), the struggle to keep it in his pants was real. Way too real. Still, he did his best to try and be an adequate host. Not exactly a push over, he was rather lenient on her activities whenever it didn’t involve ruining the bed varnish or staining the couch, and even then his response was that of slight irritation more than anger, and irritation could be kept in check. Hell, she’d even taken over the masturbation quota, since until the heat phase was over, he didn’t dare try a thing with himself, for fear of getting pinned to the wall and getting ravaged like some cheesy hentai manga.<br/><br/>But in any case, he would make more food to accommodate her, help keep things clean when possible, tried to make sure she’d have more meat and things a hellhound ate when he did cook, aaaaaand the night before the party, he had read the mail by M.O.N. And its changes. The drastic change being that monster/human relations were a lot less strict. “Well, I guess that makes the party a lot easier to deal with...” Kinda. Groups weren’t exactly his thing, so he’d have to work that out, being someone more into monogamy. Still, he wasn’t gonna be a party pooper. Everyone was so nice, and perverted. So that evening, he began to pick his outfit for the party which was a little silly to him. First, he wanted to pick something nice... Then realized it might get torn apart and thus he’d just be wasting money. Something comfy meant he’d be losing house clothes and most of them weren’t really party material. Eventually though he just opted for something simple, if a little nice. Black dress up shirt, matching pants, both things he could replace with a little bit of cash if necessary. So past that, he’d be prepared.<br/><br/>After the morning shower and as he started to get properly read, just reading over the letter one last time to make sure everything would go smoothly, he felt a familiar, large, and warm pair of hands around him. Damnit, she really made shit tempting, didn’t she? Technically it was legal now, but he’d wait to see how the party went. “H-hey.” Usually he was always a little surprised, but not as much this time. “Yeah, yeah. Trust me, we’ll be getting there ASAP. I just figure we should go closer to the start, aaaand i’m making breakfast. I’m hungry. Care to share? I’m making enough for you anyway. I figure you could at least appreciate the energy before everybody fucks eachothers brains out so to speak, yeah?”