[ One thing Reno doesn't have in his repertoire anymore is the benefit of a high, easy to manipulate voice. If there's anything he aged out of, he figures, it's that. He hadn't practiced before he left; kind of forgot, honestly, while he was busy painting his pretty face and wondering balefully what a suitable alternative to killing Jagger would be, should he be so fortunate as to be given the opportunity, or when slipping those pretty lacy things on under his dress and picturing very vividly how Tseng would look at him as he slips them right back off. This isn't likely to be a scenario where saying as little as possible and looking like nothing more than a pretty little tagalong is going to help him this time, either. The girls down here, they've got mouths on them. They're all vying for notice, for money and position, for anything to get them ahead of the rat race. Resting on his looks will work sometimes, but not enough that he's not going to have to watch how he sounds.
Now's a good time to practice, he guesses, before they're truly in the thick of it. The bubbly little giggle he lets out when Tseng first lays eyes on him could use some work, but truth be told it's because it's largely genuine. It may not be an open-mouthed, wide-eyed, drooling gawking AWOOGA kind of stare, but for Tseng it may as well be as good as. And that feels pretty fucking good, not gonna lie. ]
You don't have to worry about a thing, sweetheart.
[ That may or may not be true. Time will tell.
He chooses to shoot lower than higher in the vocal range, and surprises himself with how it comes out sounding. If he puts a little spin on the accent, it might even sound downright delicate. Whatever. He'll work on it on the fly. The great benefit to this setting is that no one will notice whether he's got it "right" or not, as long as the gist of it passes well enough, and this does. Emboldened, Reno narrows his eyes challengingly at the other girls standing around. Sniffing around his classically handsome man, are you? Shoo. He whispers back. ]
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Now's a good time to practice, he guesses, before they're truly in the thick of it. The bubbly little giggle he lets out when Tseng first lays eyes on him could use some work, but truth be told it's because it's largely genuine. It may not be an open-mouthed, wide-eyed, drooling gawking AWOOGA kind of stare, but for Tseng it may as well be as good as. And that feels pretty fucking good, not gonna lie. ]
You don't have to worry about a thing, sweetheart.
[ That may or may not be true. Time will tell.
He chooses to shoot lower than higher in the vocal range, and surprises himself with how it comes out sounding. If he puts a little spin on the accent, it might even sound downright delicate. Whatever. He'll work on it on the fly. The great benefit to this setting is that no one will notice whether he's got it "right" or not, as long as the gist of it passes well enough, and this does. Emboldened, Reno narrows his eyes challengingly at the other girls standing around. Sniffing around his classically handsome man, are you? Shoo. He whispers back. ]
I told you I've still got it.