(When Ren laughs, the smoke escapes through his nostrils and lips, his eyes nearly closing in spite of his tiredness and weariness. Ren picks a stick with the ends of his nails, delicately placing it on the leathered palm before he taps his own on their ashtray.
Ren taps the chair next to him, a daily routine now to sit here and watch the street with Akechi. He wouldn't change it for the world.)
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Ren taps the chair next to him, a daily routine now to sit here and watch the street with Akechi. He wouldn't change it for the world.)
I'm not the one who became a giant crow, though.