Hell no. [ He plucks vibrant pink out of Hilda's hands, wrinkling his nose. ] Don't even think about it.
[ Reno's got one shade of red he uses, thanks, and that's all. No one's gonna convince him to be a pink head or a blue head or, fucking forbid, a bald head. No offense, Rude. Just doesn't work on him.
He runs his fingers over the tones of red. He scoffs. ] What, not afraid I'll start bullseyeing little old ladies?
[ Look, he wouldn't. (Probably.) And how did this conversation turn on him like this? Not that Reno doesn't enjoy talking about himself, or talking in general, but he's selective about the topic. ]
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[ Reno's got one shade of red he uses, thanks, and that's all. No one's gonna convince him to be a pink head or a blue head or, fucking forbid, a bald head. No offense, Rude. Just doesn't work on him.
He runs his fingers over the tones of red. He scoffs. ] What, not afraid I'll start bullseyeing little old ladies?
[ Look, he wouldn't. (Probably.) And how did this conversation turn on him like this? Not that Reno doesn't enjoy talking about himself, or talking in general, but he's selective about the topic. ]