<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>Miyako's estate<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Miyako, Juno<br/><hr/><br/>Only after devouring her first plate did Renoa realize the way Miyako was staring at her. "What? Did I get some in my hair?" She asks, checking her bangs and hair for stray bits of food that might have escaped her all devouring maw. As she loaded up her plate for the second time she watched Miyako, picking at her foot with fork and knife in a dainty and neat manner. She then looked at the utensils next to her own plate, deciding she might as well try and use them. It was a cultural exchange program after all, and nothing was more cultural than food and how it was eaten.<br/><br/>She kept glancing over at Miyako, watching how she held the utensils and mimicked her. She found the knife and fork to be rather cumbersome when compared to her claws, which she had been using for all manner of things since birth. What took her mere seconds to strip from the bone would take several minutes, slowing her consumption quite a bit. Also gave her time between bites to actually talk.<br/><br/>"So....Miyako, did you enjoy your time alone?" She asks, trying to make conversation. Something a bit odd at a hell hound's feasting table. "I imagine you gave that cock of yours quite the stroking." She adds with a grin. "Be honest...were you thinking of me?" She asks before taking a long drink of juice. "Because...I was certainly thinking of you during my shower." She adds, paying the girl a compliment. Or at least, what passed for a compliment in hell hound culture. To openly admit one's sexual desire for another was considered high praise to her people.