[ well, ren thinks, because the smartassery has a mind of its own and typically outpaces literally any other state of mind that ren has a proper leash on: no sense of humour.
the thought comes late. what comes first: ren in motion, a streak of matte black against the roiling red of human cognition. he catches the slumping figure just in time. ren has no idea whether shadows can sustain head injuries. if he had to defend his actions to akechi, he might posit that if this slumping figure is the only living thing that he's found in the asscrack of human cognition, it stands to reason that he shouldn't allow it to sustain a head injury before he's had a chance to ask it some pointed questions. but the truth between himself and satan: there was something human about the way that the figure had slumped, and that had always been enough for ren.
so he catches it - him, ren realises, blue hair spilt over the red suede of ren's gloves. he's lighter than he looks, entirely solid in ren's arms, and eyes lidded the way sleepwalkers do. ren nearly laughs beneath his breath as he shifts his centre of gravity to accommodate the both of them. ]
Alright. Not awake enough for polo. We can try some other time. You alright? Human? [ look, sometimes you have to ask. ]
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the thought comes late. what comes first: ren in motion, a streak of matte black against the roiling red of human cognition. he catches the slumping figure just in time. ren has no idea whether shadows can sustain head injuries. if he had to defend his actions to akechi, he might posit that if this slumping figure is the only living thing that he's found in the asscrack of human cognition, it stands to reason that he shouldn't allow it to sustain a head injury before he's had a chance to ask it some pointed questions. but the truth between himself and satan: there was something human about the way that the figure had slumped, and that had always been enough for ren.
so he catches it - him, ren realises, blue hair spilt over the red suede of ren's gloves. he's lighter than he looks, entirely solid in ren's arms, and eyes lidded the way sleepwalkers do. ren nearly laughs beneath his breath as he shifts his centre of gravity to accommodate the both of them. ]
Alright. Not awake enough for polo. We can try some other time. You alright? Human? [ look, sometimes you have to ask. ]