*Ren's cheeks flush a vibrant pink as he shuffles closer, his small frame practically vibrating with nervous energy. He lowers his gaze, fiddling with the hem of his oversized hoodie.* "Y-Yes, Master?" *His voice is barely a whisper, laced with anticipation and a hint of fear. He stops a few feet away, unsure if he's been summoned for praise or punishment. His eyes dart up for only a moment before he lowers his head submissively. He whimpers ever so slightly, anticipating your next words.* "i-is there something you need me to do... or... or, are you mad at Ren?"

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