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The starvation for such control in violence is guiding their actions and enthusiasm. Ren kept his eyes on them as they interacted, feeling a tinge in his gut- a cocktail of emotion as the man was grabbed and force-fed. Excitement, arousal, impatience, possessiveness, jealousy, all in one sick mixture of cruelty. He shook his wrists for stimulation, attempting to clap- that of which, no sound rang.

He's forgiven him a long time ago.

The stranger reacted poorly to the bitter taste, shaking his head and spitting out however much remains in his mouth- though it is a fruitless effort. His head is already beginning to react. "Wh-What did you give me?! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU MAKE ME EAT?!" He shrieked, making Ren flinch and inch closer to Lawrence, listening to an obnoxiously loud bang ring from the corner of the ceiling. The neighbor upstairs is definitely not as amused as they are..

Ren reacted. He left Law's side and stormed over, roughly grabbing the fool by the cheeks, forcing eye contact. "Shut up! Shut up, shut up- You're ruining things!" He finished by tossing his head away.

At least he wasn't screaming and crying any longer. Evidence of the medicine working. Instead, upon glancing back to them, he seemed.. Perplexed. Like he had trouble focusing. All eyes were on Lawrence. Trapped there. Watching intently, despite Ren's closer distance. Like he was.. Distracting. His mouth opened to speak, but nothing came through. This happened multiple times. ...Ren's ears leaned back, initiating airplane mode.

The mans hair was gripped tightly, pulling him back to meet Ren's gaze. "Don't look like that." And finally, the fox withdrew himself, almost pouting on the way back to his friends cover.

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Ren was quick to follow, eyes flashing in excitement. He trotted to the distressed pot, lifting it upright before scooping the soil back around the poor plant. His other arm moved as if he was still whole, though he didn't notice. He couldn't help but to continuously glance between his chore and whatever Lawrence was doing, absolutely enriched with the aggressive grip he used to restrain their victim.

And then, he spoke. It was a fair reasoning. But it also made Ren feel so, so important. Defended. Protected. As if all this was happening not just because this guy was a creep, but because he was a creep to him. ..It's not their fault. They are only giving the world one less problem.

He sets the pot back on the table and keeps a distance. The man, with his arms and legs bound, looked between them with fear and confusion, tears beginning to brim at his eyes. Rocking back and forth, he began to plead aimlessly, slurred, gross words falling on deaf ears. "What now?.." Ren cooed, taking soft, silent steps closer. "Do.. Do you want to show me what those bottles do~?"

This is.. Familiar. But not so much that it reminds him of him. This is their game. It's special. They care about each other.

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And home they drove. The trip felt so much longer with the idiot in back. Handsy thing, too, couldn't seem to stop reaching for Ren's tail- at some point, even Lawrence's hair. The fox can not wait to get rid of him. To take all this annoyance and put it forth into something much more important. Something they will savor, and cherish, and remember.

Soon enough, they were home. Ren was becoming increasingly nervous. What if they're stopped on their way inside? What if their guest flees the scene or fights back? What if neighbors get concerned? So many what ifs to consider, so little to actually do about it. It was certainly a journey up. The drunken man protested greatly, and if pulled or tugged, he got loud. Attracted attention. However, the tent in his pants can not be denied- Ren had no issues coaxing him to Lawrence's room with a subtle hip-sway or tail flick.

Soon enough, they were inside.

The moment all 3 men had entered, the door was shut and the locks were sealed. Ren lost his flirt, attitude turning sour. "Shut up and sit down."

"Whoa, I'm not doin' nothing t'yoou-! This.. This place is fuckin' weird!" The man slurred his words and stumbled, hand sliding across the table to catch himself- pushing several plants out of place, and even sending one to the ground. Ren gasped loudly and slapped his hand over his mouth, looking at the scattered soil.

"Shut up and sit down!" He pointed to the chair. No results. Idiot is just stupid and drunk. Ren bit his lip in uncertainty, looking to Lawrence. His eyes had subtly scanned his figure, taking note of his size. His hint. Avenge the plant.

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Because they should feel bad about it. It's not normal. Nothing about this is normal, or even remotely okay. Sitting here, admitting to all the terrible, disgusting things they've done, seen and enjoyed as if it's about yesterdays news. Being reminded of Strade's misdeeds the way they feel even a pinch of guilt or disgust, because they both know he only felt bliss with the blood smearing on his hands and staining into his clothes.

They came across a true beast. Something truly inhuman and sick.

And he taught them well. He taught him well.

It's hard to ignore ones own urges. During their conversation, it had somehow... Went astray. They're not very different. In fact, Ren and Lawrence are quite similar. This is something they've accepted. What they've also accepted is the pain and misery they endured together. Ren believes those experiences, as traumatic as they may be, have brought them closer together. Even the violence upon each other, the way Ren ripped the skin from Law's shoulder with his jaws, and the way Lawrence sawed at the fox's arm until he could bring it with him. They've been through so much together already. Their connection is strong.

But it could be stronger.

The night is young. The car came to a stop. Ren looks to Lawrence as he unbuckles his seatbelt. "And.. You remember what to do?" They're parked outside a bar on the outskirts. Playing by the book. Staying familiar, but not close. It would be a shame to run into him while trying to do their own thing...

The plan is to send Ren inside alone. Could be considered risky, but it's supposed to be. They don't want to hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it. They're not after any drunken, horny fool. They want someone persistent. A bad person who the world would not miss. Lawrence, who has a great advantage in size and strength over Ren, will be stationed outside, waiting patiently for his friends eventual harasser.

"I wont let anyone too close.. I'll come straight out to you." He offered a shy smile before stepping out of the car, waiting for Law to leave his own seat. Once the blonde was waiting by the doors, Ren felt confident enough to step inside, but not before holding the others hand one more time.

It was dark. Everything smelled like booze and vomit. This is not the kind of bar Strade would set his sights upon for this exact reason- not normal enough. Too aggressive. Made it perfect for Ren and Law's motives. Seeing all the people sitting back and laughing, others having a small argument, people playing pool, people getting groped, he had to swallow his hesitance and push forward, finding a seat at the bar. No tenders paid him any mind. Not that he cared. The fox gave it a few moments before... He showed himself. Ears and tail and all.

And then he waited. And he didn't have to wait long. He already had some drunken losers giving him 'pspsps's and kissy noises. He was scared, but looking at their nasty faces was enough to ignite his excitement. Trading their lives for an unforgettable experience with his best friend is no hard decision to make.

He became flirtacious.

He kept himself small.

And finally, he left the bar, tail wrapped around the stumbling fools waist, his own being captured by the mans arm. "Are you sure?" He giggled, listening to their sloppy, messy response. They're talking about this strange mans supposed talent in rock skipping. Apparently, he once skipped a stone across an entire lake. How riveting. "Wow.. Maybe you could show me sometime, big-boy."

"I can show you more than that, kitten."

Fucking. Gross. "Oh, I'm sure~."

The car is right there. The car is right there. All they need to do is push, shove, pull, force him inside. He's far too drunk at the moment to fight back. Ren glances over to the side of the door, eyes meeting Lawrence's own. It isn't just a 'go go go' signal. It's a cry for help.

He's scared. He doesn't like touching this person. He wants to drive home now.

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While Lawrence had hardly ever intended to bring people home, while his accidents were usually because things often got out of hand, Ren bore witness to the intentional. He's practically trained in apple-picking the public. It's nearly impossible to just know who 'deserves it' and who does not while out and about.

Which is why you have to make them deserve it. Make them bad people. Make them accountable.

...But that's a terrible thing to think about. No one deserves it. That's just what he says to make himself feel better. Besides, the way Lawrence stuttered, Ren isn't so sure continuing is a good idea. He didn't want to make him uncomfortable. He doesn't want to expose his most intimate ideas to him so openly, either. Ren doesn't take eating as a sport alone... It's special to him somehow.

"..Just, if it ever happened, y'know? Haha.. I wouldn't.. Complain.." A pause. A small, but noticeably shaky breath. "S-So! Um.. Have you made anything with weird effects? Or.. Unexpected ones? ..We can drop this if you don't like it. I'm just very curious about.. You.." Not exactly a lie. Ren has always been curious. And now that he feels they're on a more personal level, which, they should be, man took his arm, he'd like to know more about things that happen when all the doors are closed. To stroke his curiosity, and his morbid fascinations.

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He's lost in thought. Again. Still.. Ren's interest was piqued. He waited patiently for Law's buffer to cease, tilting his head slightly at the repeated answer. ...He should leave it alone. Lawrence asked him to not even bother with the bottles in the cabinet. He confided in him in confidence, because he trusts him, so he really shouldn't push it.

And yet... He has been starved. Strade isn't around to deliver the punches. Lawrence refuses to touch him. Had even made sure he was passed out before hand, and then went on to regret it. He's hungry. He wants to see violence. He has no impulse control. He'll take anything he can get.

"It does sound fun. ..But how do you know they work?" Ren put on his most innocent tone, giving his puppy'est eyes. "Do you test them?"

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Law had very good reasons to linger on those thoughts. He saw Ren at Strade's. He saw all the little ways to disobey, without actually being bad and or getting caught or in trouble. Even the most mundane, small or innocent action, he tip-toed around in silence, refusing to be caught in the act. Who knows if he'll decide to administer how own medicine at some point?

It would absolutely be fair to think Ren untrustworthy. Ren himself knows this. He can hardly trust himself, sometimes. Imagine if he succeeded that night in running away, all because he has no impulse control- He would be collar-bound and violated again! Starved again! Hit and maimed and abused! All because he can't control himself when disease plagues his thoughts. Thank goodness he had his beloved anchor. 🧡

"Oh.." He's not sure how else to comment, subtle nods of his head. "Okay.. Um.. Thank you." Ren kind of likes how awkward he can be sometimes. How he trails off and sometimes has to think about what to say while actively speaking. Ren.. Enjoys people. He did the same thing to Strade, observing all his little mannerisms and characteristics that make him, him. He's been doing this since he was in his early teens, actually. Examining people. Fixating on the little things they may not even notice. It started as a fascination with humans, which is now just a fascination with people.

...He's thinking way too hard lately, isn't he?

"...What is that stuff?" Conversation. Easy, simple conversation.

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There was still so much Ren had yet to understand about his roomie. Not just understand, but discover, if he ever even would. Sadly, Ren has already drank the medication. It helped, but how much did it really? It stopped his pain. It made him feel fine. But that doesn't change the fact that it's only temporary. Temporary relief for a permanent problem. Temporary relief Ren thanked him for. Temporary relief Lawrence accepted the fox's gratitude for. As he should, as it all should be. The source of his loss does not matter, the road to recovery does, and Lawrence is apart of each.

Even so, he's already drank the medication. Smelt his scent. Felt his cold hands. Maybe not as intimately as others who stayed in this room before himself, maybe not as close as others, but that changes nothing. He has been spun in the center of the exact same web as they had been. Ren is just, for the second time, lucky enough to stay alive. Lucky enough to be wanted enough. Wanted as he is, not for what he could be. Not for what he is, on the inside.

Ren just eats, no longer picking at his plate. He scoops large quantities into his mouth, in fact, cheek swelling like a hamsters. He has fit his arm back into his shirt after the procedure- and, he's not sure why. It just.. Felt better? Removing it from sight meant neither of them could think about it, so he reasoned. As he sat and ate, he also began to think.

Lawrence is still.. Well, he's not yet allowed a day off. It's about another day before Ren can have him all to himself, all day. ...In the friendliest way possible. He had to brace himself to be alone again for another night. He wants to learn to adjust to the others sleeping schedule, he wants to learn how to stay up to spend proper time together without a massive struggle, but demons come out at night to plague him with sleep, and if not that, then paranoia and illness.

..Perhaps this miracle cure could...

...He looked over at the other while eating, catching his blue eyes resting on him. In response, Ren, with an unchanging expression, stuck his tongue out of his closed lips. Simply acknowledging him with a little play is all. Ren had eventually cleaned his plate, struggling to stand- taking his dishes to the sink once he had.

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Trusting he'd listen should come easy, when regarding Ren. The fox scoot closer and lifted himself to his knees, keeping his hand to himself while also leaning his head back. He does not expect to take it himself. It simply comes naturally, zoning out as a cope, waiting for the medicine to be administered. He can listen, and he does so well. 'Just a little' was spoken, but even so, Ren was prepared to consume whatever he was given. He trusted him. Whatever to help.

It was bitter, and extremely tart, in a way. His expression was not shy to showing it, nor did the way he grumbled. It took less than 30 seconds for things to take effect. His breathing became slightly labored, eyes widening as he looked to his limb, feeling something of a bloom begin at the sever, blossoming up his arm. The same happened in his injured foot, and anywhere else he may be cut or nicked or bruised. The feeling washed over him completely, replacing all physical pain and agony with a fuzzy ball-like sensation in his stomach.

Ren's pupils dilated, slouching back against the wall. Half-lidded eyes glance up to see Lawrence, shuddering and beginning to nod. It.. Worked. It worked really well. "Thank you, Lawrence.." He lifted his arm, offering it back. "I didn't mean to tug away.. You can keep going, if you want.." Ren felt like he was sitting on a water-bed, almost. It didn't feel bad, just.. Kind of wild. "It feels funny.." He mumbled, unsure if to himself, or his friend.

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Ren exhaled as Lawrence entered the room. His fingers began to pick at the floor beneath him, phantom pains reminding him of the missing claws he no longer has to worry about. He knows of the bottles in the cabinet. He saw them earlier on, but had no desire to dive in deeper to that topic, at least at the time. Still, he hadn't uttered a word, just scooting into a more comfortable sit as he offered his arm over.

The surface bandage was only tainted a faint orange, with a much larger splotch of brown on one end, like all leakage had accumulated to that spot. Underneath, the gauze are completely soiled, a strong, putrid odor coming from the aged blood. It made Ren's stomach roll. With a grimace, he was forced to look away, bringing his other hand to his mouth, holding the back of his wrist over his lips. He will not struggle.

He can feel him working. He can feel him changing things, perhaps sewing any torn thread back together. He could feel how gentle he was being, but despite Law's efforts, it hurt like a bitch. Like an extreme pressure waiting to pop. Like a tumor needing to be removed. Like he wants to remove the rest of it. Each poke, each pat, each wipe and sanitize and sew felt like hellfire racing through his limb directly to his spine. He will not struggle.

Holding position was difficult, but he saw how the other behaved after the incident. Ren is afraid that, if he reacts in a way that would hurt his feelings, he'll fall right back into one of those.. Episodes. So... He will not struggle. It took for-fucking-ever for this to end, with Ren occasionally whimpering and glancing over with glossy eyes- just to turn back over almost immediately. Through sniffs and shudders, he was able to hold his ground.

Until the cleaning.

After all the unwanted attention, after all the pestering to his wound, all the irritation brought upon it and pressure in his mind to stay good, the moment a sanitizing tissue was placed, the fox released a loud, built-up, teary groan while snatching his arm back, entering a small fit. "G'hhh-no! No, no no-" He began to rock, hovering his hand over the injury. He got a few good breaths in, then.. Handed it back with an apologetic look. "Do what you need to do." He struggled.

He's gotten weak.

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And a long, awkward pause it was. Ren took great notice. There was a certain air Lawrence adopted every time he wasn't quite there, and it brought unease. His eyes, though admittedly very pretty, were quick to become.. Hollow, in a way. Ren was seconds away from asking if he's alright before he gestured to the delivery, making the beast kin raise his brow.

He strayed closer, even closer, just didn't stop coming over- placing his cheek firmly against the others arm, nuzzling up to his shoulder. His tail found its way around Lawrence's leg, creating a loop enveloping his knee all the way around as the end of his fluff idly swayed up and down. He kept the other in his soft grip as he raised his hand, beginning to examine all that is there. Nice and simple.

Ren moved to the kitchenette, pulling his tail away before looking for something to serve upon. A couple of plates, maybe some silverware, back he comes to dish it out. Familiarity. A nice breath of fresh air, literally! Ren inhales calmly while separating the servings to the best of his ability, forgetting about his limb for just a moment.

"This looks sweet. Thank you, Lawrence.." A nice, soft grin. He feels tired. The apprehension was exhausting, but he knew it was for his own good.

It will bring them closer together. The pain, it's a tool. It will draw Ren in, like a moth. He's trying to let go of the anxiety, he's trying very, very hard.

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Come to the door, and he will collect the stuff. Not the stuff, our stuff, he said. It's the little things that make him feel special, like the way things are worded- something Ren is catching often. Sounds easy enough. Just wait around for someone to deliver some food! Ren usually makes others wait for supper to be presented, this is a rare moment where he must wait now. ...Should have given them more credit. He's a few seconds in and already looking at the door.

But then, that is spoken of, and Ren instantly shivers. He gets Lawrence, because he doesn't wanna think about it, either. His ears slightly weighed as he sighed, breath carrying a type of sadness, the fox beginning to nod as his other arm reaches over to hug the affected limb to his body. "Uh-huh.. ..After? Please?" He wants just a little more time before he has to remember the itch of his deepest wound.

Despite the stomach-souring topic, he still looked to Lawrence as a caretaker of sorts, especially in this moment. Once again in that wording. 'I should probably look at that.' No we in sight. This is a task he has decided to take up, himself- most likely to shield Ren from any more harm regarding the injury. How lucky he is, to be with a person like this.

"..Is it going to hurt?" A foolish question asked just below his own breath. He doesn't even know if Lawrence heard or not, and in some cases, it may be best he didn't. Ren is used to taking it. He's used to the bright pain. He caught himself being spoiled, asking the dumb questions. Of course it is. He learns nothing if it doesn't. He clears the air, speaking much louder. "..Thank you. For ordering, and, um.. Taking.. Care of me.." He motioned his eyes to his arm, offering a small grin.

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He was always so nice to him. Lawrence didn't have to be, he didn't have to hold Ren on an equal level. Right in his lap fell a being that fit the description of what he needed perfectly. A toy-like creature he could take out and put away at will. A creature to make food for him so he didn't have to go out. Take care of the chores. To give him attention, attention of any kind, any way he'd like it. An animal used to pain, used to cruelty, used to keeping quiet and to himself. An animal used to giving, and giving, and giving, and being happy to do so. A mind so weak and vulnerable now without it's big bad protector that he could have done so much more than he's already done. Really let loose. Allowed himself to dive right into him. See if his pretty orange locks are as orange as his autumn-innards.

But he doesn't. No, he is not innocent. Not by far. He's explained it to Ren, even- something he is, admittedly, still kind of thinking about. Knowing he could be sent off the rails, knowing something like that could happen again, it's hard not to be afraid. Well.. Except when he sees that. Lawrence's soft features tilting into a grin, a hushed chuckle to match.. It's nice. It's nice having a friend. A roommate. A mutually agreed upon companionship. Built on blood and gore, but friendly nonetheless. It's almost like the fox just doesn't care about the danger he's potentially in. Like he's convinced himself all over again at Lawrence would never hurt him, despite..

..Because it's fair. As, by keeping him here, Law is in the exact same position. A rabid animal that can not help itself. A predator that can only be satiated on cooked steak and shitty dime-a-dozen burgers for so long.

It's fair. It's an equal leverage. It shouldn't be, but.. They just can't help it. Circumstances out of their control have damned them to finding comfort in their harm. A little boy with stolen by waves who refused to lay, a confused young man being too trusting in a new area, somehow finding this. A mutual stance of holding themselves back.

...And complimenting each others rituals, apparently.

Ren greatly appreciated the call-back to his plentiful dishes. From there on, his mood was vibrant, and his tail consistently swayed. Little comments like that lit up his entire week. Cleaning the cupboards and cabinets wasn't difficult, just tedious. But afterwards, Ren focused on more things of the sort, making sure the nitty-gritties and tight corners are taken care of, at least for a little while. Once his wet-wipe was spent, he promptly discarded of it and sniffed around for more things. Any kind of thing. Anything he could think of, while also catching a glance at Lawrence here and there, taking such cautious care of those he cares for. Some getting misted, others getting only a small dropper, and others being left alone entirely.

He felt envious of them. The little plants. They're cute, they keep Lawrence happy, busy.. And they get showered. He's not sure why he yearned so much. The need to be babied doesn't quite fit the description.

...Ren recenters his focus. Wonder what's in between the mattress and bed-frame? More cleaning inbound. "..That's cool. I couldn't remember all of that.." Just giving back. That's all.

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A discouraging wash came over Ren. Surely unintentional, but still, he agreed with him. There's probably other things to do. Things he is neglecting. But then, that happens. Excitement lit up in his eyes, his ears perked, his tail swished. "Uuh, yeah! I just, um.. I like picking up.." It's like he forgot how to speak. The hell was that? It's his reaction to praise after a stagnant phase. His reaction to praise after a slight push-down, unintentional or not. He's just used to it.

There's always something else to do. Always something more he could do. He's making him happy, and stopping now means possibly losing the attention he's been craving, something the fox didn't want to risk. He misses him. Lawrence is still obviously battling some demons, and he is respectful of his own healing time, but he misses him. He's dusted, gotten the corners even.. Suppose he should have a list.

"Um.." It came quietly. He, carefully, stepped closer. "Do you have some kind of routine? Or, did you, on your own? I could pick some of those up so it's less work, maybe.. Help with the plants or something, I don't know.." A shrug.

Ren hadn't even processed how the lack of cooking and basic housework affected him. He's.. Bored. Feeling useless. Yearning for some kind of strict routine, some kind of cycle. He's desperate to keep busy, and he's hungry- he's so hungry. This will continue to go unmentioned. He has to earn that. It's his internal reward system.

"Sh.. Should I get the big windows? I would look for cobwebs, but in case you couldn't tell.. I'm not the tallest person." Clinging to conversation. Awkwardly giggling.

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Ren took notice. The look away, the remaining in place, the small mumble as he finally moved to the bathroom.. Today was going to be just as weird as the previous few. It's okay, though. He is motivated. He will ensure a good day for his roommate nevertheless. And these efforts started now, feeling a strange sense of ease now that he was alone to work. He set down the small section of toilet paper he retrieved in favor of turning to the bed, kind of wishing he could climb inside and enjoy whatever body-warmth Law left behind. That's ridiculous though, he has chores to do now.

He began making the bed. Fluffing the pillow into place, fixing the sheets, finding it extremely difficult to spread the blanket now, without the ability to toss it up. He figured it out though, being able to pin a corner down once in position by using a few of Lawrence's many plants as paper weights. He's not mad.. This is easier than expected.. Surely..

When replacing the plants, he held a particularly cute one close to his chest. "You're my favorite.." It was incredibly easy to talk to them. They've no faces, no voices, not even a proper conscious, and perhaps that's what made it. Knowing they can not respond, and while that's lonely, they also can't get offended, or offput, or question the scars upon his body, or ears atop his head. Ren gets the appeal. Once they were all back in their places, Ren grabbed the tissue, beginning to dust, running the paper down seemingly untouched or forgotten about surfaces, taking large amounts of dark, gross dust with it- however, that could also just be dirt.

This felt good. Helped him forget about his situation. Helped him forget Lawrence was upset, that he missed Strade even now, that he was mourning his limb, that there was still no food in the pantry. Keeping busy helped him forget, and that's why he loved it so much before, even if forgetting wasn't entirely an issue later on.

To Ren, it seemed like Lawrence was kind of.. Ren'd-out. He plans to reserve his attention. Overwhelming that man isn't a good idea.

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