<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<br/><hr/><br/>Renoa was glad to be out of the hand cuffs, but the collar Akira had slapped on her was no better. She couldn't stop fidgeting with it. The metal contacts on the inside of it were constantly poking into her skin uncomfortably, no matter how she turned it. She stopped messing with it when Akira brought her a glass of fruit punch. She looked up at him, her eyes narrowing a little as she took the offered cup. color=red]"Thank you."[/color] She mumbles softly, still not happy about being in his custody, or this place...or this uncomfortable collar. She just wanted to be back at Miyako's estate.<br/><br/>She wore a simple outfit that suggested she gave no fucks about clothes or fashion, an overly large white t-shirt and some tight fitting spandex biking shorts that was all but covered by the large shirt whenever she stood up. It was comfortable at least, certainly more so than the damned collar.<br/><br/>"Why do I have to wear this stupid thing?" She asks, complaining more than anything. "It keeps poking me." She adds, twisting the collar again, deciding she'd rather be poked in the side of the neck than in the throat. She gives the glass of punch a little sniff before sipping at the red drink. Her expression lit up a bit as the sweetness bathed her tongue and her little sip turned into deep gulps as she drank down the entire glass.<br/><br/>She licked her lips of the sugary substance as the sound of the door opening drew her attention to Riku and Torikai as they entered. Her head tilted curiously at the pair before standing up and moving over to greet them in the traditional hell hound way...by sniffing them enthusiastically. Riku's scent in particular was surprising. The way he dressed and carried himself was that of a young woman...but his scent was wholly masculine, nor did he smell remotely feline as the cat ears would have suggested. A few sniffs of the headband later and she was even more confused. "You're...a human..." She comments before taking the cat ears off his head to investigate more closely. "Why pretend to be something you're not?" She asks as she looks back up at him.