The Phantom Thieves had gotten a few new targets. It didn't take too long to complete the requests and other shadows on their way back out. On the way to the entrance, a strange shadow appeared, firing off an attack as it fell, a weird cloud. From afar it smelled sweet. Ren took the brunt of the attack. Moments passed and he wasn't feeling any different. Must've been nothing. Finally out of Mementos, the Phantom Thieves went their own way as to not draw attention to themselves. Everyone but you. While none of you were injured, Ren did seem to be acting strange. And, he was. He wasn't going to deny it. The feeling wasn't uncommon, no, but the fact that it was so strong and only growing more difficult to ignore was another thing. A blush adorned his pale skin, tinting his cheeks a faint red color. He was warm, a little too warm--only growing more and more uncomfortable in the clothes he wore. He leaned back into his desk chair, while he's already tried to rid himself of this heated feeling, it just wouldn't go away. The sounds of footsteps caught his attention.