Room 429, Tuesday Morning
Reno was in a much better mood when he woke up on Tuesday morning. Apparently, sparring with Faith had done wonders for him.
There really wasn't anything like bleeding to improve a nasty grouchy funk, he figured.
And, he was pleased to note, his shoes (which he had cut the tongues out of in a most sadistic manner and would have to replace), were no longer whimpering pathetically. It was a good day all around. And really, only one thing would make it better.
( He would obviously have to vocalize that one thing. )
When the song had ended, to a chorus of invisible singers going 'la lala' to the trumpets, Reno just stood there for a moment, looking confused.
...
At least the shoes weren't mouthing off?
[Open-ish, though Tuesdays are the day of omg bad availability, as per the norm. My apologies go to Cake. It had to be done.]
There really wasn't anything like bleeding to improve a nasty grouchy funk, he figured.
And, he was pleased to note, his shoes (which he had cut the tongues out of in a most sadistic manner and would have to replace), were no longer whimpering pathetically. It was a good day all around. And really, only one thing would make it better.
( He would obviously have to vocalize that one thing. )
When the song had ended, to a chorus of invisible singers going 'la lala' to the trumpets, Reno just stood there for a moment, looking confused.
...
At least the shoes weren't mouthing off?
[Open-ish, though Tuesdays are the day of omg bad availability, as per the norm. My apologies go to Cake. It had to be done.]