(He promises. Being called a fool is routine by now, and quite frankly, Ren has come to enjoy it -- the word never comes maliciously, always coated with fondness that Ren never gets tired of hearing.
The rings in his pocket have been waiting for the right moment for some time. It's truly a miracle Akechi hasn't found them, hidden among molotovs and things Ren much rather keep safe from any visiting eye. Well. What better moment than the start of a new year? Ren fishes them from his pocket, nervous in a way only Akechi would be able to tell when he takes a gloved hand and places a ring in it. Inside, their names have been engraved, although not very well, by him.)
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(He promises. Being called a fool is routine by now, and quite frankly, Ren has come to enjoy it -- the word never comes maliciously, always coated with fondness that Ren never gets tired of hearing.
The rings in his pocket have been waiting for the right moment for some time. It's truly a miracle Akechi hasn't found them, hidden among molotovs and things Ren much rather keep safe from any visiting eye. Well. What better moment than the start of a new year? Ren fishes them from his pocket, nervous in a way only Akechi would be able to tell when he takes a gloved hand and places a ring in it. Inside, their names have been engraved, although not very well, by him.)
If we go back, we won't forget.