When Reno turns, he's not really sure what he's expecting. Rufus looking like a doofus in distressed skinny jeans, he guesses. What he's not expecting is for it to look fuckin' cute, or for those stupid as hell pants to make his boss look like he has a way more impudent ass than Reno knows for a fact he does. "Damn," he comments plainly and honestly. What else do you say to that? Maybe this: "I know you got cake, but damn. You know what—no. Gimme that shirt. Trust me on this, it's gonna look way better," he says, and starts to unbutton his own top.

It's not his uniform shirt, but it is a button-down, and it ain't white. It's black, in fact, and since he's a size (at least) smaller, it's going to work out perfect, just you wait. This one Reno does actually step up to dress Rufus in, shedding it off and holding it out for Rufus to put his arms through. Once it's on, he buttons it up only halfway, naturally. Because it's small, the bared skin is a bit less tits out and a bit more dramatically and overwhelmingly gay plunging neckline straight to the ribs, which is of course the intended lewk. Reno steps back to evaluate, one hand on his scrawny hip. Oh, and don't worry about the scar. It's nothing.