"Ren...you're being rude, wait until Beatrice is done."
"Right, right…"
Disappointing Iris was probably the last thing on his list to do, Ren complied to her sharp whispers and kept himself quiet. During his time at the Althaus estate, formal occasions like this didn't occur--at least, he wasn't allowed to be present for them, since they usually were meant for guests.
"What this day is really meant for--is to officially celebrate the thirteenth Outlander, Ren Nakamura. With his arrival, this marks a day engraved in history, etched into the world, a covenant between those willing to erase the depravity of this world. To Ren Nakamura!"
"To Ren!"
Everyone raised their glasses in celebration, even Charlotte, who timidly raised her glass of grape juice as if it was wine. Being the center of attention like this drove a spike of anxiety through Ren as his face turned to a bright crimson out of embarrassment.
"--You okay, you aren't sick, are you?"
