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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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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.]

[I think Night probably should give up all rights on judging people given some of the shit that her and Masaru have probably gotten up to in the castle, given his spoiled kitty empress... ahem.]

[Right, back to the castle.]

[She's a big sister she gets to judge whatever the hell she wants.

ANYWAY.

Through mysteries best not explained, as they've gotten back Kohane is...well. Pretty much shedding her clothing as soon as the door closes.]

I only saw a couple of the classes at the academy but...this is how it supposed to work, yes?

[Kohane you know damn well how modeling works. Don't even pretend this isn't about making Renn choke.]

I-I... yes, that is how modeling works, a-and how did you get undressed so fast, anyways?

[Seriously they just got in and now she's naked? Mostly naked? He is so confused.]

Magic.

[That is a total abuse of Rakshasha's inherent ki manipulation Kohane.]

Complaining?

N-no, just... surprised.

[Look, he's found his sketchbook and supplies.]

Just, uh, I suppose get comfortable?

As you wish.

[Yeah, she's finding somewhere to lounge and, well. She might have arranged herself to be able to basically eyefuck him without moving any.

She's real good at being a total shit.]