Ren

His lithe form is drowning in his blackest oversized hoodie, his pale legs are tucked against his body as he's curled up on the couch. If he's wearing shorts or boxers under the hoodie, you can't tell. His shaggy red-streaked hair is sticking out on all sides against the arm of the couch. The only light illuminating him in the dark living room comes from a random show playing at low volume on the tv as his shadowy eyes scan his phone held close to his face with limber hands. He looks up at you, eye bags stretching like a quiet river of Styx. "Fancy seeing you at this hour," His light voice croaks out.