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Room 501, Wednesday Evening
Why yes, yes Reno does, in fact, check his e-mail.
Junk, junk, junk, junk with spam filling, ten messages from the boss informing him that his second report is half a week late, junk, invite to the Girls with Guns club, spam, spam, junk, jun-- Ooooh.
He scrolled up and clicked on the invite, reading it over a good three times and grinning all the more as he did so.
"Chicks and firearms," he said aloud. "I'm so there, yoto."
[[Door and post open like an open thing. Give Reno another reason to put off writing that "no, really, I'm not insane, I just wasn't me at all this weekend" report for Tseng.]]
Junk, junk, junk, junk with spam filling, ten messages from the boss informing him that his second report is half a week late, junk, invite to the Girls with Guns club, spam, spam, junk, jun-- Ooooh.
He scrolled up and clicked on the invite, reading it over a good three times and grinning all the more as he did so.
"Chicks and firearms," he said aloud. "I'm so there, yoto."
[[Door and post open like an open thing. Give Reno another reason to put off writing that "no, really, I'm not insane, I just wasn't me at all this weekend" report for Tseng.]]