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"What do you mean I'm fruity lookin'?!" Ren leaned forward, his hands now fists on the wooden counter. "If anything, I'm just pretty," he muttered slightly under his breath, tilted his head a little with distaste. The insult didn't offend him as much as he let it off to be but he was always very lively in his conversations.
His fists loosened and then dropped, before Ren cupped his cheek in the palm of his hand as he sat behind the counter of the local tavern. He was often a regular here despite Ren being not much of a drinker, especially so in the morning. No, he mostly came here for the crowd, besides the teasing being so often, and took homage to the burly men seeking sanctuary from their annoying wives.

The bartender laughed and shook his head, pasing off a light drink, what most would call a 'woman's drink', towards Ren who swallowed it quickly. "It's just that I don't want to get drunk!" He murmured, shaking his head. The bartender chuckled at Ren's excuse. "Right," he replied, not believing exactly what the man before him said. He had known Ren for a couple years now and if he knew anything, it was that Ren was a very, very bad drunk. Ren, whose cheeks were already pink, nodded, as if in total agreement.
He glanced to the bartender's wrist, where a medium band of leather buckled and wrapped around. It was a watch. Ren tilted his head horizontally, as if to check the time before standing. "I can't be drinking so early in the morning." He pushed the glass away and ran a hand through his dark hair, as if weary. That was, being a rebel leader, in secret of course, was tiring. He had to organize his members, set up missions, strategize, spy and gather information not only did he have to look after the stragglers, provide everyone with their necessities and make sure things went to plan. He stood and lifted his head, knowing well the bartender would put the purchase on his tab, before sauntering to the tavern door.

Ren licked his lips and yanwed, stretching his arms upwards before a sneeze interrupted his momentary peace. He rubbed his nose but to no avail, another sneeze ruptured through his body. Obviously now flustered and slightly agitated, Ren strode hastily to his shop. The tailor business didn't make much, but Ren didn't complain. He rather enjoyed sewing and the various fabrics, loved to design and fashion the next trend. That was, Ren didn't love tailoring as much as acting, no, acting was somewhat of a lost past for him, a passion that he couldn't quite succeed in. But nonetheless, the tailor shop, not only serving as his home, but would also serve as headquarters for his rebel members. A hidden back room often provided a safe sanctuary for them.
Ren yawned again, headed in that direction down the street, past the tattoo parlor, the whore house, and the small corner restaurant, and there it was. He opened the door slowly, as if not wanting to go inside, and brushed aside the red, purple and blue fabric, which was adorned in gold beads and embroidery, that covered the entrance. And upon entry of the shop, the flash of a light stopped Ren and he looked up but found nothing but the morning sky. He grew curious as to what that was and glanced down both ends of the street, though almost no one was up just yet. He closed the door and locked it, despite not entering in the first place. He turned, where he could of sworn the light came in that direction, and smiled.

That was, until he sneezed again.