THINK OF THE PEOPLE WHO NEED TO KNOW & ren

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[align=center][div style="width:60%;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;text-align:justify;line-height:130%;word-spacing:-0.5px;letter-spacing:0.5px;"]The last thing Ren was thinking about was his appearance. Truthfully, he was more concerned about whether this was going to be the moment where she yells at him. He and Delilah were friends and he cared about her a lot. A-as friends of course - a platonic ‘like’. There really wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her or deprive her from anything harmless. Nice appliances? Bought. New clothes? Bagged and ready to go. Make-up or perfume? Consider it done. Videogames? Only the best for his quee- friend. Only the best for his good friend. Going through great lengths for her and having such a close relationship, one may confuse it with love but that wasn’t the case at all. Of course Ren loved her, but not in the sense others would think. A platonic love. Who doesn’t want to grow old with their best friend or snuggle close to them in bed while listening to the rain? He admired and respected her, but he forced himself not to get too close else he may fall in love. That... Wouldn’t be a bad thing but there was no way Delilah viewed him in a such a light. Him? The ex-criminal whose killed more people than the stars in the sky and harmed many more. Him who’s been in and out of jail since he was a teenager. It was true he left that part of him behind and is trying to be a better person, moreso now that he’s with Delilah. But anyone in their right mind would be weary of individuals like him. If she brought someone like him home, Ren wouldn’t allow it. Both their relationship and them being in their shared house. She was too good for him or anyone in the world so when she didn’t raise her voice at him, he felt both relieved and surprised.

He blinked a few times when she drew her hands over her face, wondering if the sight of the kitchen was so bad she was she was feeling lightheaded. He hadn’t noticed she was staring at the hardened muscles that were previously peeking out from under his shirt. Deep in his subconscious, he had always thought she didn’t like the many scars that coated his body and always made sure to cover up when in her presence or going out with her. He didn’t want to ruin her soft image anymore than he already has by just being around her. Also, he wasn’t sure if his heart could handle her disgust or frightened gaze if she were to notice them. When she removed her hands and sent him a small smile, he mentally sighed in relief. Watching as she leaned on the counter to take a raspberry, Ren laughed sheepishly at her inquiries. “Y-yes. And I did not wake you because, a-ah,” tell the truth and die of embarrassment or tell a lie and regret it later? Both were fucking terrible paths to take. “I wanted to make you something since you’re always doing so for me. Breakfast seemed simple enough... But you can see how that ended.” He sighed the last part, setting the bowl down and resting his head on the counter in a defeated manner.

Holding back a pout as she grinned and continued, he replied discouragingly. “Pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, fruits. Nothing too fancy or unorthodox. Nice to know I was one-fifth of the way there.” He finished with a huff, lifting his head to rest it on his palm as he stared at his fruit bowl. He knew they had a waffle iron but he was so sure he could pull off the pancakes, eggs and bacon. He had a book that told him how to properly prepare it step by step! Now that he thought about it, if he accidentally let them stay in there longer than they should be, they’ll turn out like the rest of the breakfast he tried to make: burnt and in the trash.

He quietly listened to the dishes rummage about around him as they began to clean and sort themselves out. Another thing he liked about her was her ability to use magic. Ren was no good at it- controlling it anyways. He’d never practiced when he was younger because he preferred to do his own stabbing and killing without the help of magic. It took away all the fun and thrill of the hunt so he locked it up somehwere safe. Now that he moved on in life and found magic to be useful, he was able to locate the safe but lost the key. So he had it, he just doesn’t know how to use it. Yet another way Delilah was far more superior than him. Taking an apple slice, he placed it in his mouth as she continued, the negativity regarding his failed attempt at cooking slowly dispersing until it was completely gone. Smiling faintly at her gentle tease and kick, he hummed in response and taking a fruit bowl, he watched as he went to work preparing them some decent and eatable food. He would ask if she would like some help but he did almost set the kitchen on fire. That was probably enough cooking for him for the rest of the month. He did feel bad though that she had to wake up and prepare them food because he was useless. Deciding to change the subject before he makes himself cry, he asked her. “Did you sleep well?”


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