WHO: Ren & Open WHEN: Today, 3/14 after lunchtime. WHERE: Outside, on the grounds WHAT: Ren needs to blow off steam.
He'd only been at the school for a few days. There was no reason for the insane amount of stress he was feeling, the anger and confusion and unhealthy hatred. All of it. He didn't expect much from Davis, but thought maybe the man could've told his son, 'hey by the way, I boinked a woman in Japan, she croaked and now there pink haired kid at your school is related to you, so try not to be a major prick?' Ren didn't expect open arms, or anything like that, but a friendly face would've been nice. Instead he got accused of being a bomber -- like he'd blow up the only place keeping him out of foster care or a group home or something equally bad. And yeah, it probably was a bad joke, but the joke made it clear that his sperm donor didn't tell Heath, and it bugged him.
And Ren was going in circles in his little pink head, and he hated that. He hated being angry and depressed (of which he was both). So it was time for drastic measures. Time to explore the grounds, to let his inner animal roam free. He left a pile of clothes in the middle of his room (becoming a smaller animal didn't ruin his clothes Hulk style), and went to the window he had opened. Little pink monkey hands couldn't close it, but he hoped his roommate wouldn't mind too much. It was more fun to climb down the ivy on the building than to go outside via the stairs.
Ren scampered across the lawn sometimes doing summer salts, enjoying the feel of his little monkey paws on the ground. He kept any eye out for anything that would want to eat a monkey, but so far so good.
It was cheering him up.
[open to anyone that wants to investigate/hunt a pink monkey roaming the campus]