"It could be. They could start thinking we're incestuous with the kind of shoot you're talking about," Ren chimed as he placed his left arm against the counter where he sat. "But, the shoot itself sounds pretty fun actually. You should pitch that idea when we-..." Ren paused there. As he spoke, he casually looked toward his left... and there, he saw the very same man he'd been smelling previously: Hayama Kotarou. His eyes widened, and he blinked repeatedly when he realized why he had stopped being able to smell this man. The bitter truth was, he had simply been masked by the intoxicating bouquet of the meal he'd come to consume. "... Roku-chan."