(He may not have noticed her approaching, but as soon as she was close enough, he could see from the corners of his eye the finger coming into his ribs. He simply leans towards the opposite side, making so the finger never hits it, or if it does, not with the same momentum as she expected.
Ren gracefully puts the pen down, cracking his stiff fingers from the repeated, looping motion.)
Have not. (Ren sends a smile towards the creature, gently petting its head.) How are you?
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Ren gracefully puts the pen down, cracking his stiff fingers from the repeated, looping motion.)
Have not. (Ren sends a smile towards the creature, gently petting its head.) How are you?