Date: 2009-03-08 12:45 am (UTC)
Reno was unhappy, to say the least, and perhaps only making matters worse was the fact that he was still half asleep. Eyes still half-closed, hair even more of a mess than usual, the Turk followed Scarlet with the surprising vitality of a man used to going to work hung over. Rude wasn’t there to pick up his slack, but he was just driving a simple .. Robot of mass destruction.

Reno produced an amazingly ornate flask from his pocket and took several consecutive swigs as covertly as possible. Dog of the hair and all. It wouldn’t affect his performance, but he knew Scarlet would likely have a fit at the sight of him drinking before piloting her murder baby.

He stifled his groan when he caught sight of the giant red monstrosity, but couldn’t stop the look of surprise that flashed over his drowsy mug at the sight of a certain ex-’terrorist’.

“Uh?”

Reno was truly a man of words.

Then he covered his eyes feebly with a forearm and let out a low hiss as he caught sight of the true bane of his existence: the sun.
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