Being commanded to do something wasn't always a problem, where Ren was concerned. He'd certainly followed enough of them throughout his life: make good grades, go to this school, do the things you're supposed to, don't say this or say that, but what did it matter anyway, you were only a criminal... but since becoming a member of the Phantom Thieves, it was harder to obey things. There was always an itch to do something that broke the rules here and there. It was easier in a Palace, where all you did was break rules set in place, which was what made them not only necessary to go into, but fun.

But being told to Wake was something he did, if only because he was following most commands right then. He felt, and looked, as bruised and battered as someone who'd just had the absolute shit kicked out of them could look. He felt like some of the drugs in his system were still there, making him a little fuzzy on some details; then again, he also had no idea where he was, or what this place really was, except that he was here now. Which meant his friends, his teammates weren't here, and beyond having to protect himself, he absolutely needed to be protecting them. Wasn't that why he'd been beaten in the first place?

Wanting to ask someone, anyone, a lot of questions, Ren decided he first needed something to drink. Not eat, he couldn't eat right now, but definitely something to drink. Water, coffee, tea, he would take anything right now, but it's when his nose catches the faint whiff of roasting coffee beans, he heads gingerly in that direction, in his school uniform of all things, his hand searching for his phone.

It smells like home.

(ooc: So so so so new, don't hurt me too much! :D)