Keeping his walk cool and seemingly uncaring, Reno's head was actually screaming to focus and not look around himself suspiciously as if any kind of fucking barbarian clown would jump his ass on the whole Twelve meter walk to his target.
What shit was crazy enough to equip themselves with gigantic juice blender blades and cut the shit up out of people?! No fucking Tropicana out here man, that was just plain sick.
Reaching the shop's door, Reno mentally cursed as his grip seemed rushed and a little too hard, the door unexpectedly swinging open with a little too much speed and a second later, slammed its interior knob against the wall with a loud resonating BAM.
The red-head remained standing stupidly in the door frame for a moment, eyeing the four people inside with a strange rather lost sense of speech as if the door itself robbed it of him.
"Yo..."
Yea, Reno can pretend he intended that all along, and smirked as he regained his senses in cocky confidence, stepping inside in a sluggish uncaring step. "I'll be needing a journal now."
There we go, the bored posture with a slight tilt of his head, one hand holding the Electro rod over his shoulder as the other was held out for the expected device. So Badass.
Except for the door looking about to unhook off its hinges in back of him.
Tropicana is the name brand of tropical fruit juices incase anyone missed that. Their most popular specialty being Orange Juice. XD
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Keeping his walk cool and seemingly uncaring, Reno's head was actually screaming to focus and not look around himself suspiciously as if any kind of fucking barbarian clown would jump his ass on the whole Twelve meter walk to his target.
What shit was crazy enough to equip themselves with gigantic juice blender blades and cut the shit up out of people?! No fucking Tropicana out here man, that was just plain sick.
Reaching the shop's door, Reno mentally cursed as his grip seemed rushed and a little too hard, the door unexpectedly swinging open with a little too much speed and a second later, slammed its interior knob against the wall with a loud resonating BAM.
The red-head remained standing stupidly in the door frame for a moment, eyeing the four people inside with a strange rather lost sense of speech as if the door itself robbed it of him.
"Yo..."
Yea, Reno can pretend he intended that all along, and smirked as he regained his senses in cocky confidence, stepping inside in a sluggish uncaring step. "I'll be needing a journal now."
There we go, the bored posture with a slight tilt of his head, one hand holding the Electro rod over his shoulder as the other was held out for the expected device. So Badass.
Except for the door looking about to unhook off its hinges in back of him.
Tropicana is the name brand of tropical fruit juices incase anyone missed that. Their most popular specialty being Orange Juice. XD