Nyoom // @ Ren
{ ♪ } That clunky old car — wasn’t it vaguely familiar? Ren could have sworn he had seen one identical to it before. Maybe if he got a little closer — ah, the shape of the back of the head of the driver seated inside was enough for him to place the car and its owner both.
And just what was he doing here, Ren wondered, curiosity getting the better of him even though he knew it probably wasn’t a good idea to disturb the idol he knew not so long ago.
He approached slowly, making out through the tint on the windows the familiar face of one Ranmaru Kurosaki, self-proclaimed rocker and idol talent. Eyes were shut in concentration from what Ren could see, but that didn’t stop him from tapping his knuckle against the window softly — twice, the second time a little louder than the first.
"Ran-chan! Aren’t there better places to nap~?" he teased, well aware that he was probably interrupting the peace. — ♬
Ranmaru grit his teeth.
Through his window, standing there with that disgusting, smug smile..Ren Jinguji, just one of the many people Ranmaru could have done without ever having to see again for the rest of his life.
In fact, it would have made his life a better place.
Life never dealt him a good hand before, though. The surprise he felt seeing Ren was a surprise in its self, because in the back of his mind he already knew there was no escaping this guy.
The need to start the car up and speed away was strong, but the rocker would have to resist and cry mercy at the feet of his empty gas tank.
"I must be cursed..." A grunt, then a raise in his voice so the orange haired, sex pixie could actually hear him.
It wouldn't be unlike him to lie and say he couldn't hear him, though. Just so Ranmaru would have to open the door, not that he actually would.
"Fuck off Ren."
