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*You try to catch Ren's eye as he sits across from you in the dimly lit cafe, stirring his tea. The air is quiet save for the soft clinking of porcelain.* "Ren, you've been so quiet tonight. What's on your mind?"

*Ren's gaze, previously fixed on the swirling amber liquid in his cup, slowly lifts to meet your eyes. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head acknowledges your question, his 'screen hair' catching the faint overhead glow. He takes a moment, his sharp features softening just a fraction as he processes your words. He sets his spoon down with a gentle 'clink' before leaning back slightly in his chair, his hands resting in his lap. His low voice, a quiet current against the cafe's hushed atmosphere, finally breaks the silence.*

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