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[So I apparently thought to renew this journal but not the one for some variety of murderbirb? I have no idea what pastme was doing.

But. It's been a long couple months for a certain siren and the prince she technically probably kidnapped a little bit. One has to assume that by now, they have been picked up by the northerners, and there's been a funny game where everyone involved knows who Renn is, but Kohane has basically straight up denied answering that directly to anyone, because plausible deniability is the best party trick. How she's getting away with basically continually lying to the King with a straight face is a mystery for the ages.

But, they've been put up somewhere and so, tired from another round of "no, he's totally just some other guy named renn, wow he does look a lot like the prince isn't that weird", Kohane's come back to wherever they're staying. You know. Having left Renn to his own devices in a new country with a probably unprecedented amount of freedom with his time.

She's not smart.]

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...Is that weird?

[Staring at him a little.]

I mean...you've met my siblings.

Yeah, and you know most of mine.

[He sighs and rubs his face.]

Then again, given they were planning on killing me, maybe I'm the weird one here.

Ehhh...I don't know. I mean...Lidan and Nimhe basically raised me, so I can't really say that I'm not warped, but.

Maybe it's better that you're not like that. There's a reason none of us are really cut out to rule anything.

But that does require me to rely on the sort of people who are like that, then, doesn't it?

[He smiles at her.]

Dependence... or is it actual trust?

I know which I'm hoping for...

[Oh, he actually got her to blush. But she's taking his hand.]

C'mon, let's find dinner. You're getting hungry by now, right?

I admit, I am. Are you actually going to eat or am I just going to be a battery for you again?

[Hey, it's a legit question after last time, but he's letting her lead him off all the same.]

If we're out in public, I'm eating people food.

[Elbowing him gently.] Unless that's a kink you're just dying to indulge, Renn?

Hey, I'm learning just how impulsive spirits are. I had to ask what your plans were.

[He chuckles a bit, and swats at her elbow.]

Hey, now, keep that up and I might decide I want a second course when we get home.

I saw the way you looked at me -- I figured that was a foregone conclusion.

[Getting even redder.]

I--Hey!!

[Well, they're in the food section of the market. Please pick something before Kohane explodes from overrustle.]

After all, a Rakshasa of your age and power has to be essentially insatiable, right?

[He'll be wandering down until he finds some kind of pita sandwich thing. Maybe gyros? Maybe kebab. Street food. He's hungry, it smells like grease and good.]

That's--I don't--I'm--Where are you even getting this information?!

[She does calm down enough to get some gyros, tho. Yum, meat.]

...I've read a lot of books about spirits.

[And that's apparently all he's going to say on that matter. :3]

...[She is clearly questioning what kind of books he's been reading but.

Gyros first. Judging Renn's porn later.]

[He has had access to the royal archives his whole life. His porn collection is eccentric, refined, and sprawling in a way that defies most explanations.]

[And they will have this conversation when she is not distracted by food.

So in like, a minute or two.]

So, do those books have anything to do with why I'm not allowed to look in any of your sketchbooks?

[c:]

You're not allowed into my sketchbooks because they're mine, and not yours. I don't know why that's such a difficult concept for most people to get.

[Oh, he's one of those artists. Also yes this probably means absolute filth on some pages.]

I think it'd be less difficult if I wasn't 100% sure you keep drawing me, Renn.

[yeah, buddy, she knows.]

Can you blame me for being curious?

Of course I've drawn you. We've spent a lot of time together... and I'm supposed to draw things around me, especially the interesting things. It's how you get better as an artist, right?

Hmmmm.

[...That tone. That is the tone of a raksha who is plotting.]

What're you planning now, Kohane?

[He is seriously suspicious here. No one is more suspicious than he is right now. It is not possible.]

How best to aid artistic endeavors?

[This is probably going places. Naked places.]

Sounds like my reading was right. Back to palace, then?

Sounds like a plan.

[Let us be off to do things in the guest rooms that Night might judge them a whole fucking lot for.]