The human form is extraordinary. Lovingly crafted, meticulously shaped by the primordial gods of creation. Ichimokuren has only ever felt a divine, godly for their creations. He's spent centuries observing them and their curious customs, but Ren can honestly say he's never seen an unclad man with naught but a leaf.. cooking fish.
Bewilderment fills his cerulean gaze. Distantly, a name pops up within his mind and paints vibrant memories from days long past. Sinbad. He knows the face and recognizes those long royal tresses. Familiarity breeds a mixture of complex emotions and brings a wistful smile to his face. Still, he's hesitant to be too opposing but the stark display of 'valor' shouldn't be ignored.
Slowly uncrossing his arms and relaxing his posture, Ren slips off the silk haori and gingerly drapes it over honeyed shoulders.
"Worry not, I have no use for this. Something tells me you need it more.. Keep it.”
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