[ Can he die yet jw

First meetings with Ryuji tend to be like that; Ren ever tell anyone about the time they met, chatted about a pervert for a while and then wound up in a dungeon together? Good story, when they're better friends Ren can explain.

Ren isn't scared of instant retribution, so to say. Physical harm? No. He's orchestrated his own arrest, been drugged to the gills and beaten with the full and knowing authority of the law and he turned out fine bar a few weeks of recovery and a mild case of death. He got better. It'd be harder to pull off here.

Now that he's in the situation it's more that Ren is waiting for the other shoe to drop. Meeting with Ryuji in secret for a very special game of roshambo isn't Ren's business except for where it is, but the seeming ease with which Ryuji behaves around Akira is that of a kindred spirit, from what little Ren has been able to glean. And while Ryuji'd pits are gloriously sans deodorant Ren's quick thinking allows him a quicker recovery time to reorient his defenses. If only Akira decided to come at them from an expected angle. ]

That's, uh.

[ Ren should lean into the joke for an easy turnaround, but that'd probably be too harshly doubling down on an undeserving subject of ridicule. It's still pretty fucked up what Ren did in Shibuya so he's been trying to avoid further damaging Ryuji's opinion since- ]

Why is everyone talking about my looks..?

[ Ren pulls his chin inward, tugging awkwardly at the bit of hair perpetually resting between his eyes. ]

I did come to get Ryuji, that's all, since Akira-kun looks like he's won his battles for the moment. Ryuji and I already share a room, so keep it?

[ aaaaaaaaaaa ]