Reynard was not sure what constitutes as 'wasteland formal', so he found fabric to use as a makeshift cravat to add to his usual outdated attire. Somehow he doesn't expect to be lectured on appropriate clothing choices by Tina. Besides which, he has other things weighing on his mind.
When he appears at the coordinates she supplied he immediately gets distracted by his surroundings. This world makes his stomach churn and knot in a strange way the moment he sets foot on its soil. Although that might just be the sight of the barren earth, the sound of ever present danger, and the metallic smell of war that he can almost taste. He hefts the bag cutting into his fingers and heads to the shipping crate Tina calls home.
As soon as he's close enough he puts on his best smile, and knocks on the side of the 'building'. "Miss Tiny Tina?"
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on 2017-12-16 04:58 pm (UTC)When he appears at the coordinates she supplied he immediately gets distracted by his surroundings. This world makes his stomach churn and knot in a strange way the moment he sets foot on its soil. Although that might just be the sight of the barren earth, the sound of ever present danger, and the metallic smell of war that he can almost taste. He hefts the bag cutting into his fingers and heads to the shipping crate Tina calls home.
As soon as he's close enough he puts on his best smile, and knocks on the side of the 'building'. "Miss Tiny Tina?"