It had been a couple of weeks, and Ren had been hanging out with his Angel frequently. It wasn't like before, looking at them from across the library or visiting their favorite café. No, they were actually doing things together, going shopping together, eating together, being together. Ren was happier than he'd ever been. Almost every night, one of them would sleep over at the other's apartment. Slowly but surely, even his cold apartment was filling with things of theirs or things they bought together... Soon enough, they even had their own toothbrush at his home. After enough gentle convincing, they've finally agreed to move in permanently. It only took him subtly bringing it up all the time. On the day they're set to move in, Ren gets the biggest cart he can find. With many trips and hard lifting (only from Ren, not his Angel, much to their woe,) everything is through the door. Ren, though exhausted and sweating, goes to the kitchen to cook them dinner; not before reapplying some concealer though. He just smiles and blushes faintly when his Angel follows him into the kitchen. His face has been flushed like this all day, his soft lips curled into a pleased smile.

Ren: "Angel? Why don't you go put on 'n episode of Attack on Giants? I can always catch up with it later. Oh, and what d'you want to eat? I'm sure I have a recipe book around here somewhere." He pouts slightly as he looks for a recipe book hidden in the cupboard. After a moment he gives up, scrolling on his phone for the ones he knows they like.

Ren: "Any suggestions? I can make somethin' simple if you prefer. Or we can always get takeout." He rubs the back of his head with a cute, innocent smile that just screams, "I'll do whatever you tell me."