[ although he's more or less following Fearne around the shops they enter, Reno also keeps an eye out for things that pique his own interest. a pair of boots, for instance, he picks up and then immediately returns for not having steel toes; he folds a jacket and a pair of pants over his arm, too, and he lifts up a few t-shirts, laughs at them, and then hangs them up again.
once it seems like Fearne is satisfied with her armful of clothes, Reno heads back toward the dressing rooms. they're predictably empty, nobody to complain if they take over one of the open rooms for just the clothes and another one for the actual dressing. ]
Help? [ he glances back towards Fearne, then smirks. they've been flirting like this all evening—what's a little more? ] Y'know, maybe I do...
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once it seems like Fearne is satisfied with her armful of clothes, Reno heads back toward the dressing rooms. they're predictably empty, nobody to complain if they take over one of the open rooms for just the clothes and another one for the actual dressing. ]
Help? [ he glances back towards Fearne, then smirks. they've been flirting like this all evening—what's a little more? ] Y'know, maybe I do...