[It takes nearly every fragment of his cybergenetically engineered being to keep Rex from blowing up any further. What should ground him is his newfound affection for Mark, but instead, several other factors seem to take the wheel here. Even if he attempted to slap Invincible across the face, it'd do next to nothing. Between the explosive hothead's terrible luck and their vast difference in power, Rex would be most likely to merely injure his own hand.]
Can't you see we're making out?!
[The words are all spat out.]
D'ooooh, god! You might as well have popped out of your mom's baby hole without any eyes attached! Hrrrrgh.
[Rex shuts his own pair of peepers tightly, forcing them closed with such a fervor that for a split-second, he feels as though his eyeballs may have actually been shoved backwards and into his thick skull, past the cavities of the sockets.
This should be a pleasant memory of his first kiss with his first love, but because of his own self destructive buffoonery, it's been tainted. Seeing his parents and having his living situation exposed to someone like Mark, a well-meaning but clueless idiot, has already stirred a ripe storm of emotion inside him. Rex breathes in and out, crouching over and covering his face with his hands, hoping that if he stays like this and counts to ten, perhaps the unwanted picture show will finally cease to exist.]
Fuck! Why are we so loud?!
Who told tweeny-boppers that they had to make sooooomany mouth noises when they're sticking their tongues down each other's throats? I'd rather do time than listen to any of this bullshit! Just cuff me and throw me in jail.
'S not like life hasn't already fucked me up the butt! What's another couple of unadulterated prison buttfucks, hah? Why I oughta...
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[It takes nearly every fragment of his cybergenetically engineered being to keep Rex from blowing up any further. What should ground him is his newfound affection for Mark, but instead, several other factors seem to take the wheel here. Even if he attempted to slap Invincible across the face, it'd do next to nothing. Between the explosive hothead's terrible luck and their vast difference in power, Rex would be most likely to merely injure his own hand.]
Can't you see we're making out?!
[The words are all spat out.]
D'ooooh, god! You might as well have popped out of your mom's baby hole without any eyes attached! Hrrrrgh.
[Rex shuts his own pair of peepers tightly, forcing them closed with such a fervor that for a split-second, he feels as though his eyeballs may have actually been shoved backwards and into his thick skull, past the cavities of the sockets.
This should be a pleasant memory of his first kiss with his first love, but because of his own self destructive buffoonery, it's been tainted. Seeing his parents and having his living situation exposed to someone like Mark, a well-meaning but clueless idiot, has already stirred a ripe storm of emotion inside him. Rex breathes in and out, crouching over and covering his face with his hands, hoping that if he stays like this and counts to ten, perhaps the unwanted picture show will finally cease to exist.]
Fuck! Why are we so loud?!
Who told tweeny-boppers that they had to make sooooo many mouth noises when they're sticking their tongues down each other's throats? I'd rather do time than listen to any of this bullshit! Just cuff me and throw me in jail.
'S not like life hasn't already fucked me up the butt! What's another couple of unadulterated prison buttfucks, hah? Why I oughta...