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@rkbaekho

( /there’s a part of him that says this should be below him, given not even just the fact that he’s a sixth dan but that he’s got renshi in his title now, as well, and he’s basically qualified enough to run a dojo himself, but the rest of him doesn’t care because he loves to do this part; loves to be out and about with a stack of flyers for the dojo to advertise an open day that’s coming up to try and get more people interested in their martial art. ) - ( /there’s no criteria for the stores he picks because there’s no criteria for the sort of people who should join kumdo - and he would love if all of them joined, really - so a clothing store doesn’t phase him as he adjusts his juk-to case on his shoulder and tugs his jacket a little straighter so the name of his dojo his visible and steps inside in search of a clerk. ) excuse me? ( /he asks with an apologetic bow of his head, even if there’s nothing to really interrupt. ) would i be able to leave some of these flyers here? they’re for our dojo’s next display.

(/slouched against the counter, with his chin being propped up by his hands, Ren isn’t exactly a stellar advertisement for the shop. But it’s not like there’s any one here to scold him for it, it’s early morning during the midweek, all their usual customers are either at work or at school. Even his boss doesn’t arrive into work until well after lunch on days like this. So as long as the shop looks tidy and he doesn’t actually fall asleep or something like that, Ren is happy to while away his time simply zoning out until someone arrives.)

(/no sooner than thought passes through his head, however, the tinny chime they have door sounds as someone enters the store. Hurriedly, Ren pulls himself upright and quickly straightens his clothes and pulls a little at his hair to make it look a bit more presentable as the stranger approaches the counter. Sure, it’s not as though he’s here to garner attention for himself, but he is a model, after all. He has pride on how he looks. Tilting his head back a little to meet these eyes of this stranger [he’s so tall. It’s not fair.], Ren blinks a little at his question before offering him a smile.)

Yeah, of course! Should be fine. (/so saying, Ren hurriedly moves aside a stack of magazines [they’re out of date anyways, he’s not sure why they’re still in such a prominent spot.] As the other man sets down his fliers, Ren takes up without actually asking for permission and scans it. The word ‘dojo’ had piqued his interest. When he’d lived in Japan, he’d attended judo classes for a few years and though he’d never really had much interest in it, he’d learned enough to save his life that day he’d been jumped. A thoughtful look appears on his face.)

                  ❝ You should take care in which fashion you                                                   address me, sir. ❞