Grouse Thicket the foetus of a new day kicking

Hiding? Yes, he.. Supposed he had been hiding. There were many reasons, some which he felt unfit to speak aloud, and with renewed shyness he prepared a statement hastily within his mind. But before he could utter it, the dark man was pressing in to his cheek for one glorious, but swift, moment. Renoir was simultaneously comforted and... something else. He couldn't place how he felt, and ended up smirking uncontrollably, and looking at the ground as if embarrassed.

Kache? mwen.. mwen ta kwè, nan yon fason, li ta sanble tankou sa... He felt his cheeks flush, and shook his head lightly, until the tiny smile had fallen under his control again. Renoir took a few steps away from Lasher then, intent on continuing the search even if the fine man had other desires; perhaps this was why they had been paired off this way? Was he attempting some sort of trickery, to get to the root of things?

Renoir swallowed a small lump in his throat and continued to peruse the ground, but he did offer one tiny piece of information: Ou... fè m'nè yo. Mwen pa konn sèvi ak sa. At this he stopped his searching, finding that his attention refused to deviate from Lasher in any sense, and he raised his gaze to look upon him.