[ He's about to ask what things (like, sweaters? Scrapbooks? Guns?) when she gives him that look. And yeah. That does, combined with her I make stuff and all the earlier bits, jog it for him. 'Cause let's tell the truth here, in the short amount of time they've known each other, he's gotten that look a lot. Real familiar with it, in fact.
He ignores her indignation over the butterfly. Whatever, she dodged it, all right? And yeah, this whole masquerade party thing's got that romantic vibe if you're into it, but Reno doesn't do romance. He's not tryna woo anyone out here.
Instead, he just. Peers at her. For a few seconds.
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He ignores her indignation over the butterfly. Whatever, she dodged it, all right? And yeah, this whole masquerade party thing's got that romantic vibe if you're into it, but Reno doesn't do romance. He's not tryna woo anyone out here.
Instead, he just. Peers at her. For a few seconds.
Man. What the hell are the chances. ]
You gotta be shittin' me.