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He might seem cold to others now that he thinks about it considering that he’s put pieces in a dumpster, as a way to store it and dissolve the pieces in lye tonight, about going to the library after this. He’d prefer to relax anyway somewhere cool, the dilapidated building of his has no way of cooling oneself during the day, beside a small broken and bent bladed fan he found. Someone had dumped it out. He’s gotten use to living in odd places considering his past. 

“Sleep tight for now,” he says tapping the lid. Doesn’t feel weird that this is all he has to talk to. As he turns around he takes a moment as a boy comes running full speed down the alleyway. Kids, playing? Here? Another moment pauses, as the kid yells something out and slams his backpacked down in front of him. 

Ren stares at the kid bewildered as clothes are being dug out of his full backpack. How is he supposed to react in this moment? How is he supposed to respond? Walk away he supposes. It doesn’t really concern him, now does it? Odd kid presenting articles of clothing to him. Though there is a tinge of anxiety, what if he looks in the dumpster? Of all the things in his life, he killing children was not one he wanted to consider. So, then what?

“Excuse me, but I don’t think unpacking your things is something appropriately done in an alleyway,” Ren says, “Perhaps, at your house instead?”

What is he supposed to say? Or how he supposed to react in this case?