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The smell of bleach always left his head feeling slightly fuzzy. Something about it’s smell made the room spin, though he was use to its effects these days. He was sure in this heat that most people would be spending their time in any place with air conditioner, less people on the streets trying to escape summer at the beach, at the shopping mall. There was a brief swell of nostalgia going over the activities he liked to watch others do and pretend he was a part of their group doing so as well, back then as a child. Now he had a mess to deal with.

Brushing a bang out of his eyes, he steps down to the Genkan, it’s an old house. Forgotten. It’s falling apart and weeds have declared to retake it. Staring at a black bag, he really did struggle a lot didn’t he? Luckily he’s nowhere that anyone could call Anti-Skill. Ant-Skill, tch, what a bunch of chumps anyway. He’s heard of the complications in town between Ant-Skill and several groups, it doesn’t really concern him considering he tries to avoid that kind of unwanted attention. What does concern him though is how much longer he can continue to operate off the grid? With all these events beginning to rise, where is the tipping point? How long will it take for him to be discovered? He’s done well enough to cover his tracks, but he can’t shake this unnerving paranoia.

Guess that time will come when it comes. Running his hands through his hair, strands of blonde hair remain suspended in the air before they are briefly formed into the shape of a common house dog. Ren points to one of the bags, though he really doesn’t have to.

Heading out into the heat he wished he had an umbrella, something about having a lot of hair and heat didn’t mix. Yet, he wondered cracked, forgotten buildings. It feels like a ghost town around here, though people would scurry from alleyway to alleyway like impoverished rats. He’s found somewhere away from sight last line, it’s always better to have a plan beforehand than do things frantically. He’d come back tonight and dissolve the parts, for now it’s best to simply dump him in a discarded and unused dumpster, standing slightly sadly and very unproudly tucked and wedge away in the back of two unused buildings.