Something inside Ren perks up at the praise. Like Akira is actually his senpai, and Ren cares what his senpai thinks. That's—hm. He'll think about it later.

"Thanks." He stands up and stretches gingerly. A series of clicks sounds as his joints pop one by one. "Mm... Fuck, I can't believe I have to stay out on the street all day after that."