PINEAPPLES IN MY HEAD || OPEN, INTRODUCTION

[renard]

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renard regarded the man for a moment. he could tell that the guy was trying to figure him out with the time that they had. dark brown eyes stared, waiting, watching. a smirk danced across his gentle features temporarily, leaving an empty smile in its wake. he put his hand in his pocket temporarily, a small pocket knife wouldn't do much, but it was better than bare fists.

drab brown eyes glanced down when the other started speaking, listening to see if the words were being sent as a threat. when he realized that a confrontation was not imminent, he looked back up and took his hand out of his pocket.

"hah, i'm surprised," he exclaimed, chuckling a bit. he had lived in the area for a few years, but had never seen the other either. "i'm renard, but you can call me whatever you want." the man replied nonchalantly. just as he was speaking a young girl walked up to them, a blank expression on her face.

renard sized up the girl quickly before he spoke to her. she was too young for this life, for the badlands. it was difficult enough for him when he was older than her, and she seemed to be alone. "hi alyssa, renard." he replied, nodding at her when he spoke his own name.

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♦ renard monta | ren
♦ male | he/him
♦ 19 years | born 29th of november | real time
♦ bisexual | biromantic
♦ badlands | grunt of war

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♦ interactions:
- speaking in #ddc1af
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