[ leaning one arm on the edge of the table, Reno pretends to make a show of needing to lean forward to get a good look at the result on the dice. that really isn't necessary, his eyesight is perfectly fine, and even if it wasn't, the indication from the other folks at the table is enough to clue him in that he's about to witness payback in the best/worst way. that suspicion is confirmed the moment he turns his head and sees that look on Aerith's face. his eyebrows raise, the corner of his mouth curling into a "welp, what can ya do" sort of smile. ]

Ohh, man... I'm in trouble now. Yo, you guys with weak stomachs better look away, she's gonna tear me apart. Just look at her, doesn't she look feral? It's always the pretty ones. Trust me; I would know.

[ okay, so maybe he doesn't win any points for that last little smart remark, but the rest? completely fair and valid point. he may be completely positive Aerith is going to do her damnedest to draw blood, but honestly: one, he deserves that, and two?

he relishes the thought.

so he submits without a fight, shaking his ponytail aside and pulling down the oversized collar of his t-shirt just to make it even easier for him. a tilt of the head to expose the pale chord of his neck, and he's accepted his fate, it's fine, he lived a good (terrible) life. ]

Go 'head.