(The calm after the storm. Ren’s by himself in his apartment, just trying to organize things better now that it’s been a while. If anyone were to look too closely, they’d find many contrasting items that just don’t belong in the field of flowers that make up his room. Molotov cocktails in boxes stored under the bed, a drawer full of lockpicks of different sizes and uses, along with several smokescreens in case they need it. A large dagger, hanging from a hook on the wall. It’s fine, though, as for the sea of colors and floral fragrancies surely come in first view and tend to distract from everything else.
He’s finally done for now though, watering the last of the pots before pouring himself some coffee into an opaque black mug, which is when he hears the knocks on the door. Without much thought, Ren opens it to find nothing at first glance. At least he’s smart enough to look down… And oh! Turing. The boy kneels to greet them from a more comfortable viewpoint.)
@turing
He’s finally done for now though, watering the last of the pots before pouring himself some coffee into an opaque black mug, which is when he hears the knocks on the door. Without much thought, Ren opens it to find nothing at first glance. At least he’s smart enough to look down… And oh! Turing. The boy kneels to greet them from a more comfortable viewpoint.)
Hey, Turing.