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[i_radio_heaven]

After having been quiet for quite some time, GUESS WHO'S BACK! Anyone who's been paying attention to the warehouse (this) Reno commandeered will notice a Mr. Incredible flag to replace the one that was stolen before, and will have heard lots of noise going on inside. No party noise, not yet! But lots of building

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[victormakesart]

Pause. Stare.

She rummaged around in her purse. And it was soon obvious that it was overlarge for a reason. She took out a pair of sweatpants and tossed them in his direction.

[i_radio_heaven]

Reno catches the pants and bursts into a grin. "Hey, thanks! S'you! How's th'drawin' parade goin'?" He pulls the sweats on, nd attempts to navigate his way out of the dress.

[victormakesart]

"Anytime, dude." She had heard rumors of Pantsless El Oh Els floating around, and she wanted to be prepared, in case she (or someone else) needed it. She politely turned around as he changed.

"'S goin' fine, dude, thanks!"

[i_radio_heaven]

"Awesome," says the dress, as it seems to have devoured his upper body. "...Ifrit's balls... the hell do you chicks get in an' outta this crap..."

[victormakesart]

"Shit if I know..." She turned back around. Eep!

...she was going to be helpful. She stepped over to him and looked for a zipper. Carefully.

[i_radio_heaven]

(( "Bizarro, I'm helping!" xD ))

Reno has, in fact, been looking for just such a thing, which is how he got into this particular mess to begin with. All he can find is a string of stupid girly buttons up the back, which he isn't faring very well with at all. "Hadda been a girl done this," he mutters. "Ain't no guy nohow c'n do this shit when he's drunk."

[victormakesart]

"Musta been. Now stan' still."

She located the buttons and started to undo them, one by one. She didn't want to rip any, and her hands have been shaky as of late.

[i_radio_heaven]

"M'still, m'bein' still!" he defends, staying as still as he can. It's not quite as motionless as most would like, but it's a far cry from his norm. The phoenix on his back twitches every time a button is undone. "Wonder whose dress this is, anyway," he muses.

[victormakesart]

"No clue. I wouldn't be caught dead in somethin' like that." Pause. "No offense."

Victor had cold hands, and that might not help with the standing still thing.

[i_radio_heaven]

"None at all. 'Least it means y'got taste." When he's finally at a point where the thing is loose enough, he ducks and shimmies out of it, standing straight and dusting his hands off. "Friggin' thing fits like skin," he complains, rolling his shoulders. "Chicks're crazy. Y'wannit?"

[victormakesart]

She took a step back, and averted her eyes because (gasp) no shirt! "Yeah they are. N' thanks. I'd feel silly if'n I wore it."

[i_radio_heaven]

A shirtless Reno in all his glory! Complete with tattoos, brawl wounds and piercings of questionable appropriateness! "Sure thing. Might run it up a flagpole or somethin' then. Sell it to a junkie. Hey, thanks! Soon's I find m'clothes, I'll wash up this thing an' chuck it back to ya." He picks at the sweatpants with a grin.

[victormakesart]

And shirtless is bad, in general, ergo she wouldn't look, pretty tattoos or not. "Cool, cool. An' thanks." She slipped off one of her jackets and offered it to him, so she could look at him directly again without feeling weird about it.

[i_radio_heaven]

"Y'wear a lotta clothes," he observes curiously, taking the jacket and shrugging it on. It's a little big for him, which is funny, because he's a little bigger than her- although not by much.

[victormakesart]

Giggle, nod-nod. "I do."