[ being as the so-called fashion lair is only two doors (so to speak) down from where Reno's been stationed on food duty, it's not a surprise that eventually his breaktime walkabouts take him past the flurry of fabric and accessories. he catches sight of Lestat and grins, changing direction so that instead of passing it by, he takes a couple of steps into what's clearly Lestat's domain entirely. ]
You've got a real nice setup, hey? [ he looks around, impressed. Reno himself isn't particularly fashion-forward—having spent most of his life in uniform, he doesn't know how to style anything else, and frankly he's considering it a minor miracle that he looks good how he's dressed. it's nothing fancy—black slacks and shirt, white vest, ruby-accented lapel pins connected by a delicate silver chain—but at least he wears it well. ] Having fun making the masses presentable?
[ who better for the job, really. Lestat is always beautiful, always fashionable. Reno can't think of anyone more suited. ]
fashion lair;
You've got a real nice setup, hey? [ he looks around, impressed. Reno himself isn't particularly fashion-forward—having spent most of his life in uniform, he doesn't know how to style anything else, and frankly he's considering it a minor miracle that he looks good how he's dressed. it's nothing fancy—black slacks and shirt, white vest, ruby-accented lapel pins connected by a delicate silver chain—but at least he wears it well. ] Having fun making the masses presentable?
[ who better for the job, really. Lestat is always beautiful, always fashionable. Reno can't think of anyone more suited. ]