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Renae frowned at his response, feeling her cheeks grow red again. "Old enough," she reasoned, taking a large bite out of her brownie. The chocolate was smooth and rich, reminding her of home. This was one good memory, among several tainted ones.

Flicking her eyes back up at Will, she gave him a trying face, but she couldn't help but smile slightly. "I'm not that clumsy," Renae responded, shaking she head slightly. "I found it about a year ago," she added with a shrug.
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Renae scowled at him, rolling her blue eyes as she did so. "I told you, I gave it to a friend," she said with a raise of an eyebrow. "Maybe you weren't listening." The demigod was often like this when she didn't think people understood what she was talking about. That, and she liked pointing out what people did wrong.

"I don't know how he broke it," she muttered with a shrug. The demigod guessed that the younger boy had stuck it in a chink of armor, and twisted it or something. The blade wasn't that strong anyways, after all, it was pretty thin and flimsy. "I just know he did."
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Renae gave a wave of her hand, as if that meant there was no reason to be sorry. She didn't want to think much about her blade anymore, after all, now it was fixed. Brushing a strand of wavy hair out of her eyes, she cast her icy glaze at William. "It's fine," she said smoothly.

She tried to absorb what the son of Vulcan was saying, but she ended up just nodding. Renae wasn't the smartest girl, and didn't really understand what he meant, but she didn't ask questions. "Oh, right," the demigod muttered, biting a chunk off her brownie. She began taking small sips of her hot chocolate to prevent from burning her tongue.

"So, which one of the cohorts are you in?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
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Renae noticed his smile, and frantically took another bite of her brownie. It was good, of course, but it was gone now. She hadn't expected him to be in third, but she simply nodded. "Lucky you," she muttered, wiping the crumbs on the floor. The demigod wasn't the kind to be jealous, okay maybe she was, but she wasn't exactly proud to be in the fourth cohort. It was better than the fifth, but one would think a daughter of time could do so much better.

Taking a rather large gulp of her still steaming hot chocolate, she almost choked as he asked her the same question. "Er," she shrugged, swallowing the liquid, her tongue feeling on fire. "Fourth," Renae said quickly.
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Renae raised an eyebrow at him, sipping at her hot chocolate slowly. Her tongue was still numb from her previous rapid gulp, and she was trying to prevent it. His question seemed normal at first, and she was going to respond, before he added the Venus part. The demigod felt her face burning as the girl set her cup of still steaming water down. "Uh, no..." she muttered, running a hand through her hair.

Setting her hands in her lap, she didn't know what to think. Renae hadn't ever been compared to one of the beautiful daughters of Venus, or the powerful daughters of Bellona. She was far from any of that. "Saturn, actually, the time dude," the demigod said with a shrug, taking a quick sip of her hot chocolate.
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Renae smiled as his eyes lit up. She hadn't ever gotten a reaction like that out of her godly parentage. It was like most people to accept her easily. Saturn was an ancient God, one from the beginning of, well, time. He was time, which meant he was old. People also thought that meant she must either be super powerful, or talented at something. But she wasn't. She was just Renae.

"It's fine, I guess, I mean, he's not common," she said with a small shrug. Most people figured she was the daughter of a lesser god, which the girl agreed with most of the time. Renae didn't have many powers, if any that she knew of. She just kind of lived without those nice benefits, which is probably one of the reasons she ended up in the Fourth. She liked the Cohort, but she had higher standards for herself to meet.

"Sometimes I wish I could actually prove it," the demigod thought aloud. "Like, some people have skills or powers, like you." Renae sighed, taking a rather agitated sip of her hot chocolate. "But me? I don't."
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Renae gave him another weak smile. Was he trying to be nice? She figured, but maybe that was just how Will was. It was a comforting change from the usual people who viewed her. "You're dad's so old! Are you old too?" or "I thought Saturn gave his kids powers!" Either way, it stung. Not as badly as the beatings from her stepfather, but a similar numbness. "Thanks," she said airily, sipping more of her drink.

She tried to soak up in the information he was giving her, and simply nodded. "Yeah, he has," Renae muttered, running the metal clock through her fingers. The clock had been a gift from her mother, from her father. It was a simple clock, kind of like a pocket watch, only it was on a chain for her neck. "I just wanted a little more, I suppose."

Renae laughed nervously, running a hand through her hair once more. "Sorry, that sounds really self centered, doesn't it?" she apologized quickly. She didn't like people thinking badly of her. That was her job, to point out flaws in others, while avoiding the things wrong with herself.
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Renae nodded in silent reply, glancing down at her ticking clock. It was always accurate, even when she changed time zones or it was daylight savings time. The thing just seemed to know. Strange, but it made the girl on time for most of her activities.

She continued to nod as he spoke, figuring he was right. Everyone thought for themselves, except for the selfless, which did not include her. Renae shrugged, finishing off her hot chocolate. "You're right," she concluded with a sigh. There wasn't a point in wishing for what you could never have, but she would most likely continue with her wanting.  

The demigod's icy eyes flicked upwards at him, as she wondered if he was done. "I -uh," she said, directing her gaze back to the empty cup. "I should be going, then."
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Renae thought she saw a wave of disappointment wash over the boy's features. Was he sad to see her go? The thought was flattering, but she wasn't sure about that. Did he like her? That thought was also something foreign to her. "Sure," she said with a quick flash of a smile, before it vanished into the rest of her features.

She rose from the booth quickly, letting a small smile escape from her lips as he joked. "Maybe so," Renae said with a shrug. She felt like part of her was dragging her towards the doors, she wanted sleep. Her blade was feeling heavy in her backpack as she stood, reminding her that Terminus wouldn't be pleased if he caught her with it fixed. "Well, see you round, Will." the demigod said with a wave, before she walked out of the shop towards the fourth.
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