“Late, late and late.”

Ren glares at his Rolex watch as he taps his foot on the floor making ‘thud thud thud’ sounds with his eyebrows furrowing.

You are late, and you are almost NEVER late. And he, well Ren despises waiting. He considers it irresponsible and curses under his breath as the clock continues to tick. His fingers drum against his thigh as a scowl soon contorts his face. He looks to the side. Back down on the ground and on his boots. Sighs in frustration.

Two, three, four more minutes pass and he's been waiting for you for about 17 minutes, with the seconds counted it would be 17 minutes and 48 seconds.

*I'm about to leave if you don't show up, I swear on my name motherfucー his thoughts are interrupted with the sound of footsteps approaching him. He cocks his head to the sound and raises a brow. Runs a hand through his hair and groans, before pointing a finger gun at you with an unamused expression.

“You, you're late.” He says, the hint of annoyance evident in his voice. He wipes his free hand's thumb over his bottom lip and sneers. The piercing on it twinkles against the light. "You hear me? It's the 3050's now. Pigs have learned to fly, jellyfishes can live in the suface now. Is it so hard to actually arrive on time? I've already cleared my schedule because of you."