Room 501, Tuesday Afternoon

Okay. So Reno's report back to Tseng was now four or so days late. Reno was also blue. Now that he was too freaked out to show his face in public, it would be a great time to hole himself up in his room, bite the bullet, and type the stupid thing out.

Nearly the instant that he had hit send, he had received a reply.

( So he opened it! )

Needless to say, he was on his feet and out the door, blue face and all, very quickly.


[NFI, for this is establishy goodness, la la la.]