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         He’s just gonna hug his twin real tight. 

Ren and his twin are just: 

         A bit amused by how Restraint attempted to ease his voice to a more conversational range, he gives a small nod.

         “I have. It’s gotten better and I feel truly comfortable now.”

[ -Raises you atop Pride Peek- This land shall be yours...]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

A hastened pounce to the side and a form would dart by. 

Wild hues of aurous would veer to the direction the body had aimed, only to quickly look over their body to see if any injuries were left behind. A stance is taken, defensive more so than offensive as the man kept to regarding the scene before him. Fingers curl into a fist and Ren would regard him enemy with a wariness like no other. 

The other had stopped, golden hues that matched his own looking to Ren as they took on a guarded position once more. Arms had morphed into cannons already, sparks dancing about the opening as they aim to point and blast. 

Ren was against himself, rather his old self from the days of Rhyme. The strength was still apparent, still dangerous in its own way with every summoned ray of light or frontal assault with digitized claws ready to rake through him. And he would dodge each movement, powerless to do more than that as he had no Allmate to use, no weapons to hold and protect. Nothing at all that would provide a means for his safety in this impromptu battle. 

Hearing sparks would earn a frantic glance as the taller male fixated his cannons and rays of light would shoot. Barely dodging it, the light grazes his arm and earns a sharp hiss as he stumbles back, clutching the area as he yells once more that he isn’t an enemy. But if it didn’t break through, he couldn’t spend the rest of his time trying to dodge every assault given. 

Pain striking his abdomen and knocking the air out of him would shock him from his thoughts and have him launch back, rolling on his side as he coughed and took gulps of air that was lost. Looking quickly to his double, he saw the fist retracting back to the man’s side, proving that he’d struck with a punch. Quite a disadvantage Ren found himself in as the other Ren took steps to him once more, already seeming to have an attack ready. 

So he rose to his feet with a stutter in his step and an inhale, fists out as well as he relayed to himself how he would fight if caught in a fight in real life. 

  Evident with how time continues to wane and fleet without mercy for those who live within it.  Most would fail to count it or pay the slightest attention unless it was out of desperation. For Sei however, he always kept count. Always counted the days borrowed. Days that were treasured and days best forgotten. Along with the silent countdown, he'd been noting the decline of one who is part of their precious circle. 

   And as if he will allow him to fade. He'd noticed the weakening in the existence of Restraint, became hurt that he'd allow himself to. Yet, Ren refused to open up, to speak up and when it began to happen. When he saw the plush toy, the elder urged himself with great haste to reach out. The phantasmal reach of his own soul to surge forth and clutch at Ren's hand. Plea to be etched along his face before he swept himself into Ren's arms, holding on to him as he tried to channel hope into that heart he knew loves him and Aoba. 

   ❝Don't go....it's meaningless if you go....❞ is the mental plea, the thought to be delivered to Ren's own. Still in desperate attempt to halt his leave. The plush toy, while significant due to who gave it, is still just a toy. Nothing could ever replace a soul, an individual's existence. 

…Robot dong.

{ well now, that’s a good option. always look to the robo dong ovo }

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[ TWIN, NO! You have called forth the terror!]