Ren took his suppressant first thing.
After then taking his time to bathe to erase every last bit of the “old person smell” on him, which Ren happened to like before Rhys ruined it for him, he stood before his allotted closet space and eyed with distaste the clothes he had brought.
‘Why are they all so plain?’
Sighing as he finally chose one of the better-looking ones to wear today, Ren answered his own question: ‘Because you came here to work, Ren. Not to date.’
Despite already telling himself this, he decided to pair the thin, light purple shirt with the most fashionably tattered short pants he had brought.
Then he stood in front of the mirror and took an ungodly amount of time to decide if he should style his hair or not.
It took hearing a knock on his door to jolt him out of his
