Dressing in a suit for something other than work wasn't something he did often. Or did he? He really wasn't quite sure. Days melted into weeks and with the times as they were now, you never knew when work was going to pop up. Living in a suit became second nature. The level of their neatness, however, was greatly varied. One could almost tell time by how far he kept his suit jacket open, or how many buttons were undone on his white collared shirt. By day three the starch in the pleats had worked itself out, and your things merely hung on you - though clothing always hung off Reno
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He was late. Of course, that was really no surprise to Elena any longer. Why she had rushed in the first place seemed rather silly now, in hindsight. She could have taken her time, maybe even gotten a quick shower in, but the risk of actually being later than Reno - or worse, being called out for getting 'dolled up' - was not worth it. Besides, they all had their roles and their own niche in the group persona that had taken months to perfect. Odin forbid she messed with that balanced equation of give and take, responsible and irresponsible, on time and always late. It was the comfort of knowing what the others would do and the fun of the surprise when they do something you don't expect that made them all click together like pieces in a puzzle
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