fandomtownies | Fixer-Uppers, Sunday

Reno was in the best damn mood ever today, thank you very much, even humming to himself as he set to work, poking a bit more at the trike that he'd gotten a decent start on. The faint throb of a headache behind his temples was negligible. The unfortunate state of his suit, a result of tripping over a greasebucket when it was still too early for proper brain function? Didn't matter at all.

Rude had gone out of his way to come to the island yesterday, and Reno was going to be in a damn good mood because of some totally platonic warm fuzzies, damn it.

Best. Partner. Ever.

[Open and flying without OCD!]