Reno was bored. Bored, bored, bored, and it was entirely possible that he was thinking of doing the unthinkable and actually holding office hours or something like them later on in the day.

That was how bored he was.

Which meant that it was probably a good idea to channel his boredom into something productive, like sorting his socks or fixing the lock on his apartment door, or harassing people that he hadn't given a rough time to in way too long.

Go figure, he chose the option that didn't involve effort. This was Reno, after all.

Ring ring, Arthur!