[ now, no one has ever accused Reno of being a particularly sympathetic person. it would be much easier for him to pick his way deftly through the shadows of the second floor, passing by all the ghosts to make his own way to safety alone. especially because whoever that is up ahead looks like trouble and then some, not at all the kind of thing Reno would normally stick his nose into.
but he hears that voice, and he recognizes it as Yuki's. and that's a problem, because he might not be sympathetic, but he likes Yuki just fine, and the idea of just. leaving her here, letting her keep punching walls and fighting ghosts, doesn't sit well with him at all. ]
Ah, shit. [ he says it under his breath, so quiet as to be almost inaudible, and then Reno straightens up and adjusts the grip on the electrical-taped nightstick he's carrying in his left hand. ]
Yo, Ms. What's-Your-Type. You look like you've seen better days.
[ come at him, Yuki. don't make him work for it. ]
second floor
but he hears that voice, and he recognizes it as Yuki's. and that's a problem, because he might not be sympathetic, but he likes Yuki just fine, and the idea of just. leaving her here, letting her keep punching walls and fighting ghosts, doesn't sit well with him at all. ]
Ah, shit. [ he says it under his breath, so quiet as to be almost inaudible, and then Reno straightens up and adjusts the grip on the electrical-taped nightstick he's carrying in his left hand. ]
Yo, Ms. What's-Your-Type. You look like you've seen better days.
[ come at him, Yuki. don't make him work for it. ]