Lupus Campfire, Sunday Morning
It was Sunday morning. And Reno the awesomely-detailed-action-figure-dammit was sitting outside, by the Lupus firepit. Grumpily.
There was no fire, as plastic and fire didn't tend to get along with one another very well.
There was no booze, as most of Reno's stash of bottles happened to be larger than him.
There was just a firepit. And a very grumpy piece of eight-inch-tall molded plastic.
[Open! As fireless firepits tend to be!]
There was no fire, as plastic and fire didn't tend to get along with one another very well.
There was no booze, as most of Reno's stash of bottles happened to be larger than him.
There was just a firepit. And a very grumpy piece of eight-inch-tall molded plastic.
[Open! As fireless firepits tend to be!]