[ While Hilda had given Reno a slew of ideas, she hadn't expected any of it to actually land. Mostly because he had been a bit of a brat the entire time and hadn't really responded in a way that gave her the impression that he really liked any of the ideas she had given him. She wasn't going to push the matter though; what he did was ultimately up to him and she had other more important things to do than try and shove him into a disguise that he didn't like.
So while she doesn't have any idea what he ends up deciding on, the flash of red hair is immediately familiar to her. Mixing and dying Reno's roots into the exact shade of red as the rest of his hair meant that she knew precisely who it was even with the added illusion of flames. And if she had somehow forgotten his hair colour? His undisguised voice and exposed chest would have tipped her off.
Granted, she had made fun of him at the time for the impracticality of this penchant to walk around with a deep v - especially up in the snowy mountains - but in spite of herself, her eyes trail from the hair down in a way that clearly indicates she's checking out his...costume. Yup. Definitely his costume.
It takes all of her willpower not to pull back and immediately recoil at the thought of holding hands with Reno. Is she supposed to say something? Did he even know it was her? Should she just put a butterfly pin on him right now? That would really annoy him so that might be fun. ]
You seem the type. [ Guess we're going the wait and see if he clues in route. She'll give him a running chance at trying to figure out her identity. ] Name?
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So while she doesn't have any idea what he ends up deciding on, the flash of red hair is immediately familiar to her. Mixing and dying Reno's roots into the exact shade of red as the rest of his hair meant that she knew precisely who it was even with the added illusion of flames. And if she had somehow forgotten his hair colour? His undisguised voice and exposed chest would have tipped her off.
Granted, she had made fun of him at the time for the impracticality of this penchant to walk around with a deep v - especially up in the snowy mountains - but in spite of herself, her eyes trail from the hair down in a way that clearly indicates she's checking out his...costume. Yup. Definitely his costume.
It takes all of her willpower not to pull back and immediately recoil at the thought of holding hands with Reno. Is she supposed to say something? Did he even know it was her? Should she just put a butterfly pin on him right now? That would really annoy him so that might be fun. ]
You seem the type. [ Guess we're going the wait and see if he clues in route. She'll give him a running chance at trying to figure out her identity. ] Name?