"I can do it sexily," he grinned, wagging a brow at the teen and shaking his head. "Remind me to give you a sweet striptease sometime, yeah? I got the moves, yo," the redhead announced cockily, hooking thumbs in front of himself under imaginary suspenders and swaying his hips side to side, body curving left and right like a serpent. Reno was, in fact, quite agile, and even when showing off in a joking manner he proved it, movements sensuous and deliberate. It was a short-lived tease, however, not meant to be as impressive as promising. Someday.
Light eyes followed the pants with a slow-growing smile, Reno jerking his hands up and down and swaying side to side in a little dance to music in his head. Humming to himself, he bent down, gripping the ankles of Makishima's pants to assist and giving them a yank, casting them aside dramatically.
"Legs for da~ys," he remarked musically to himself, snapping his fingers before shooting finger guns at Maki.
"Keep goin' beautiful, if you wanna leave anything on, you can, but lemme see a little more, yeah?" he asked, reaching up to undo the buttons of his shirt, inches of pale, toned flesh revealed a piece at a time until the V of his body was exposed. He watched Maki the way an owl watched a mouse, debating the time to strike. Eventually Reno reached up behind himself, digging into his hair and pulling out a long black clip, tossing it aside and shaking his long braid free from where he had it pinned in place, folded against itself twice.
"Down or up?" he asked, holding the braid and swinging it like a long red rope, spinning it as he cocked his hip to the side and loomed there, winking at the teen.
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Light eyes followed the pants with a slow-growing smile, Reno jerking his hands up and down and swaying side to side in a little dance to music in his head. Humming to himself, he bent down, gripping the ankles of Makishima's pants to assist and giving them a yank, casting them aside dramatically.
"Legs for da~ys," he remarked musically to himself, snapping his fingers before shooting finger guns at Maki.
"Keep goin' beautiful, if you wanna leave anything on, you can, but lemme see a little more, yeah?" he asked, reaching up to undo the buttons of his shirt, inches of pale, toned flesh revealed a piece at a time until the V of his body was exposed. He watched Maki the way an owl watched a mouse, debating the time to strike. Eventually Reno reached up behind himself, digging into his hair and pulling out a long black clip, tossing it aside and shaking his long braid free from where he had it pinned in place, folded against itself twice.
"Down or up?" he asked, holding the braid and swinging it like a long red rope, spinning it as he cocked his hip to the side and loomed there, winking at the teen.