"Morning," Ren mumbled as she padded into the kitchen. She hadn't slept too well the previous night, and she wasn't too happy with her body's apparent scheme to keep her locked into what she had dubbed "miserably depressed emo kid mode." She knew what it was that had her down, and she knew that she was being way too gloomy about it all. It still didn't seem to help her get over it, though.
"So what's for--stranger." The sleepy fog instantly lifted from Ren's mind as she stared at the way-too-pretty man sitting in the kitchen with Song and Amy. A fight obviously hadn't broken out yet, so he probably wasn't an immediate threat, but the others were way too on edge for him to be a fellow Refugee. So that meant... "You must be the incubus I've heard about," Ren said with forced calm, suddenly wishing she had worn a bathrobe over her pajamas that morning.
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Date: 2010-03-09 11:56 pm (UTC)"So what's for--stranger." The sleepy fog instantly lifted from Ren's mind as she stared at the way-too-pretty man sitting in the kitchen with Song and Amy. A fight obviously hadn't broken out yet, so he probably wasn't an immediate threat, but the others were way too on edge for him to be a fellow Refugee. So that meant... "You must be the incubus I've heard about," Ren said with forced calm, suddenly wishing she had worn a bathrobe over her pajamas that morning.