"Aw man, come on. You're harshin' my vibe," Reno whined over the line, a smile in his voice nevertheless. He had a love of people who picked on him without being outright mean. A little push and shove was good in a friendship, let alone a relationship. He liked being on his toes.

He liked being on his back, too, so whatever got them from point A to point B was good enough for him.

"Two hours. Right...riiight. Alright, I got it written down. See you then!" he chirped into the phone, kissing the receiver before hanging up. No saying goodbye for him, he had to get his ass to the spot!

Two hours later, Reno was already at the location, dressed nicely enough in a suit pretty identical to the one before, although it was freshly pressed and smelled of clean linen and surprisingly subtle cologne for one so overbearing. He was leaning lazily against the outside wall, hands in his pockets and looking like a well-dressed thug who belonged right where he was. He looked at home there, waiting for the next mark, his bright red hair hanging in his face over the goggles perpetually attached to his head. blue eyes sliding over everyone that passed, measuring them like a predator. It all changed the second he saw Maki, though. A flash of green caught his eye and the Turk was on his feet and charging over with a grin, throwing an arm around the teen's shoulder.

"Heyyyy! You made it! And here I was sure a guy like you would come to his senses and realize he had better taste!"