[The laugh that escapes Rex's throat, while still full of that ever-present, signature Rex Splode raspiness, lacks spite.]
Wooooow. That is so stupid!
[So stupid, and yet, the perfect joke. Is this riffing? This is the sort of thing that Rex actually enjoys.]
But funny, actually. Fuck.
[It's late at night and Rex is far too exhausted to dismiss the feeling of warmth alight in his chest as he presses his cheek to whatever it is he is resting his head on. Heroes do not get to do this often, at least, not over a dead body or until after a grueling sparring session.]
You could probably whack somebody with it. Wah-pah!
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Wooooow. That is so stupid!
[So stupid, and yet, the perfect joke. Is this riffing? This is the sort of thing that Rex actually enjoys.]
But funny, actually. Fuck.
[It's late at night and Rex is far too exhausted to dismiss the feeling of warmth alight in his chest as he presses his cheek to whatever it is he is resting his head on. Heroes do not get to do this often, at least, not over a dead body or until after a grueling sparring session.]
You could probably whack somebody with it. Wah-pah!