
Ziren was walking around the village. He had just got done with training. The other day he was due for a haircut and already got that done for the day. Now all that was left was... Hm... Curious.
It was a blood flow. There wasn't really anything bad about it. No, that didn't pique his curiosity. But for the fact that he has heard it before. One that he hasn't heard for quite some time.
Today was rather a clear and sunny day, as he wore a plain, blood red shirt, with blue jeans. He also had purple eye contacts in. Ever since his brother had shown up, Ziren has been in such a bad mood for a while. And then people started to look at him pass by, talking about his blood swirling eyes. So he hid them from society. Under fake eye coloring.
It's been so long, that Ziren doesn't know who this blood belongs to. He just knows that it is someone that he hasn't talked to for quite some time.
(Requesting Suyashi)