Reno was making the mental note to wear his moogley boxers more often. But the note was bound to get garbled up somehow, as he was really paying more attention to the fact that he was laying on the flat of his back having his face mashed in and damn, she was such a dweeb.

So, instead of worrying too much about mental notes, he was going to run his hands over her back and pull her right up close against his chest.

Was that his tonberry boxers he was supposed to wear more, or the cactaur ones? Oh well.