Date: 2006-11-20 10:03 pm (UTC)
Well, well, well. Underneath that pretty hair and heaving chest, Ren's third eye was detecting a buildup of spoiled-bitch-related chi.

He might have spent the last few months making nice with an older princessy-princess figure, but Azula Jr. was no moonchild, and this was Ren's turf. The worst that could happen was she'd up and attack him, which was what the court rumors expected from one of the Fire Lord's crazy daughters anyway. Win-win for him.

It was so on.

"I can see why they made you a diplomat," Ren drawled, politely. It wouldn't do not to be polite. They could trump up some half-assed treason grumbling on that. "Alla that royal charm and poise under fire."

He tilted his head and give the princess a once-over. "It's been a real honor to meetcha, Princess. I've heard you've got a real... touch with the common man. But if it's your royal whim, I'll let you waste a day with yerself."

With that, Ren pulled a notebook out of his pocket, and began nonchalantly scrawling out an inventory list.
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