Okay so his previous assumption was correct. Ren really wouldn’t attack him if he stays afar and right now- he can't afford to get personal. Hell, he shouldn't get personal in the first place- he needs to be mature about this.
He holds out his other proper arm and gestures away from Ren, hand thrown back as Azathoth quickly responds to him by diving around Ren and going back to the stall, its appendages growing close as he traps the bowl of Ramen inside it- sealing it in an air tight mechanism where not a single drop spills from his food.
Sure, his priorities are all over the place right now but he is hungry. In fact the regeneration of his arm had taken away significant amounts of his energy so the less mistakes he makes right now- the better.
"Don’t take it personally," he offers a wry smile. "I see you still like the thick noodle broth, hm?"
"Ren?" He finishes as one of his eyes narrow.
"...You are so similiar to the Akira I knew," his smile sobers up as he regards him. "But you're that one."
He turns away from him this time, looking over his shoulder to keep an eye on his movement. "Let's hope for your and-" he stops. He shouldn’t mention him just yet. "Your sake I don’t run into you again without warning." Sure he's the one with the destroyed arm here but...Ren must be in agony right now. If he was the same Ren who was close to Sparrow.
He will work around this. He always has. With his words, with his actions because this Ren once also trusted his Maruki.
With his parting he gestures with his head at a pole and just like that- he's flying again. This time he has control or perhaps its still a facade considering his hands are shaking again.
He needs to do something about his memories.
Just like that, the octopied doctor disappears away from the greens of the park to the busy buildings of the once alive metropolis.
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Okay so his previous assumption was correct. Ren really wouldn’t attack him if he stays afar and right now- he can't afford to get personal. Hell, he shouldn't get personal in the first place- he needs to be mature about this.
He holds out his other proper arm and gestures away from Ren, hand thrown back as Azathoth quickly responds to him by diving around Ren and going back to the stall, its appendages growing close as he traps the bowl of Ramen inside it- sealing it in an air tight mechanism where not a single drop spills from his food.
Sure, his priorities are all over the place right now but he is hungry. In fact the regeneration of his arm had taken away significant amounts of his energy so the less mistakes he makes right now- the better.
"Don’t take it personally," he offers a wry smile. "I see you still like the thick noodle broth, hm?"
"Ren?" He finishes as one of his eyes narrow.
"...You are so similiar to the Akira I knew," his smile sobers up as he regards him. "But you're that one."
He turns away from him this time, looking over his shoulder to keep an eye on his movement. "Let's hope for your and-" he stops. He shouldn’t mention him just yet. "Your sake I don’t run into you again without warning." Sure he's the one with the destroyed arm here but...Ren must be in agony right now. If he was the same Ren who was close to Sparrow.
He will work around this. He always has. With his words, with his actions because this Ren once also trusted his Maruki.
With his parting he gestures with his head at a pole and just like that- he's flying again. This time he has control or perhaps its still a facade considering his hands are shaking again.
He needs to do something about his memories.
Just like that, the octopied doctor disappears away from the greens of the park to the busy buildings of the once alive metropolis.