Date: 2006-11-21 05:54 am (UTC)
Ren glanced up from his inventory list.

Well hello, Azulas Jr.

Ren took a moment to appreciate the view. Then he looked right back down at his list, on account of he didn't trust no one who shut down that easily.

Damn. Ren'd been prepared to be a war hero for the cause and everything. There were plenty of dudes out there waiting to rally behind the plight of an injured suitor after Princess Irana's swath of carnage.

On the other hand, he sorta liked not being on fire. You won some, you lost some.

"Don't matter what I gotta offer. It matters what you want, and what I am." He wrote some more. "This offer isn't serious. Plus, I don't like wearing skirts. Fucks up yer mobility something fierce."
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