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"Eeeeeeeh! You know the drill. You yap and yap and yap until the fuuuuck-in' beepity boop. And who knows? If your voice doesn't annoy the shit out of me, I miiiight just call ya back!"

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action! but with a text cause he's a dummy

[superflighty]

<sub>[ From here.

So, Mark is left to his own thoughts as Rex scurries off to drink? Get drunk? GET LAID? Whatever he's doing. The fire keeps him warm enough, along with the animal pelts that are on the singular cot. He's a little grossed out by them at first, but he bundles up in them and they keep him warm. It takes him awhile to sleep since his brain is bustling with a lot of thoughts. He thinks about everything with Nolan and how he's supposed to think of him now. Could he even consider him a parent? A dad? A person even? He seemed so vicious in the way he talked to Mark, but that was just it— that's how his species was. Obstinate and determined. Violent. It briefly sends a chill up Mark's spine and he rolls over, allowing a few more tears fall from his face. He's thinking about his mom and then finally, he selfishly thinks about his own issues— how Amber just recently left him right when he thought things were going well and he knew what he wanted.

But now? He really doesn't know what he wants anymore.

He rolls over again.

His eyes finally grow heavy enough to shut and stay shut and he ignores the way his injuries are still hurting over his body and the way his stomach feels empty but his heart feels heavy.

Daybreak happens quite suddenly, and without much of anything to block out the light, Mark is awake when it's early. He's not thinking clearly and he reaches over to text Rex, completely unaware the guy is in the tent with him. ]</sub>

Hey. Message me back. I guess you stayed out late.

action; 1/?

[himbomb]

[Rex, who, based on whether or not he got lucky last night (although unfortunately the odds are looking to be in his favor 😒), either got back several or only one hour before. He's not as heavy as a sleeper as one would expect, especially when sleeping anywhere outside of HQ. Rex's true nature is that of a paranoid runaway- It's why he lays the douche facadee on so damn thick, most of the time. When his phone buzzes beneath whatever foul (dead) beast's carcass his head rests upon, he immediately shoots up from slumber, bumping his head against the roof of the tent.]

AH! Huh. Oh.

[He swallows nervously before actually... Looking at the device.]

Oh, fuck. Did he text me...? Oh my gawd! What if it's the wife? Oh shit! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck fuck-

[But when he glances at the screen-]

2/3

[himbomb]

[Only to see that the message is from fucking Invincible of all people, who he definitely didn't fuck last night, under no circumstance-]

HUH?

W-wha....?! Why is h-

3/3

[himbomb]

I'M IN THE FUCKING TENT YOU ASSHOLE!!!

I am-

[He dramatically rolls over to elbow Invincible in the fucking back-]

Right here! You don't need to text me! Shit! Haven't you ever heard of beauty sleep? Well I am god-damn beautiful. And that means that naptime is not just an extracurricular for me. It's required reading! Or, in this particular case? SLEEPING!

[says the dummy who stayed out too late bc he was thirsty...]

[superflighty]

<sub>[ Sorry, okay? He slept very well and didn't even notice another very warm body in the middle of the night. Which? Speaking of? He has questions. It's not like he really minds that Rex decided to cozy on up next to him but the dude has the same app himself. Why didn't he just make his own camp set up instead of barging in on Mark's? Was he really that out of it?

He's already reacted to Rex by the same he's elbowing him because he's really loud and making a fuss about..?? A wife?? Uh. He waves it off for now as maybe Rex was having some sort of weird dream. Mark sits up quickly soon after. ]</sub>

Dude! Chill out! Why are you in the tent? My tent? If you wanted silence so badly, why didn't you just set up your own? Were you really that drunk? Jesus.

_{[ He slides out, curving his arms around his body for a moment before he draws his attention back down at the device again. He wanted to explore that clothing app since his suit is pretty much tatters at this point. ]}

Is there ever a moment you don't make a big scene about stuff?

[himbomb]

Uuuuh, FYI, Mr. Cloud Cuckoo Lander? We set up camp together. Which is why I assumed we were sharing a tent! Also, in case you fucking forgot because god knows where you put that useless brain of yours, I can't heat shit while I'm asleep! Because then it will just explode and we'll both die.

Also? It's cold and dead animals give off zero body heat, Fluffy!

[He grumbles at that dig.]

I can be chill. I can be soooOOOOOooo very chill! I'm the life of the party. Me! Mr. Coolguy... I'm as hot as I am cool! Just watch me.

[He folds his hands over his chest, attempting to lower his voice.]

See! I could keep my voice down if I wanted to...

action.... its just me again

[superflighty]

<sub>[ It had been a rollercoaster of a day and Mark is exhausted. The more he stays here, the more worried he becomes about the illness effecting people and the more worried he grows about getting out of here. It shows on his expression and in his eyes, but after a fight with a stubborn monster that managed to get away and Rex's persistent coaxing to try again tomorrow, he finds himself awake at night.

Now that he's lying awake, he can think about the other things that press on him that he's trying to be stronger about and heal from as Rex encouraged him to do. Still, he's a sensitive person. He was given permission to cry when he feels like it, though, and that's just what he does as he thinks about his mom, the fate of the Earth, the enigma that is his father.. he's starting to miss his friends like William and Amber (if she'll ever talk to him again) and Eve. He's mad at himself for being so emotional so he contemplates getting out of ed to go for a fly and clear his head, but it takes him a moment. Instead, he just curls in on himself and cries softly— not very loud since he thinks Rex is asleep and doesn't want to wake him, but it's enough quiet noises for Rex to know he's upset. ]</sub>

CW: INVINCIBLE STYLE BRUTALITY + GORE MENTION

[himbomb]

[Mark's quiet sobs awaken Rex from a reoccurring dream.

Or perhaps it should be referred to for what it really is- A nightmare.

The scene is no different from Rex's usual- Their universe's version of Chicago is on fire for the umpteenth time, fire hydrants are broken, people are screaming, and ambulance sirens are going off. But amidst all the chaos, right in the center, lies Eve. Her strawberry blond locks are tossed over her shoulder with her back facing him, and her pink supersuit is not only tattered, but burned in places, revealing red oozing from lacerations all over her delicate frame. She is sobbing loudly, and when he reaches out to see what happened, who could have done this to her...

Rex notices his own hands are already stained with blood. Her cries morph as he returns to consciousness, and become louder, closer-]

...Yikes.

[...Invincible?

Rex sits up and turns his body so that he's facing the other boy. He watches helplessly, once again, as Mark cries into the animal pelts.]

Haaaaave you been at that ugly cryin' shit for a while now? 'Cause your eyes they're, like-

[Grief is not a linear thing. It comes and goes, sometimes for years and years.

Rex gestures to his own face as he speaks.]

Super duper red.

[His tone is... Quiet. More observational, not mocking, per se.

Rex hugs his knees to his chest, still watching.]

I would ask ya if you were okay, but... I'm pretty sure we both know that's not really the vibe for tonight.

I'd ask if you wanna hear a bedtime story, but I'm fresh outta those.

Sorry.

[superflighty]

_{[ God. He knew he should have gotten out of bed and gone out for a fly. The pale moon light that shines through the pulled back tarp of their tent does reflect enough light to make it visibly obvious that he's been crying. His skin has a glowing hue to it as a particular moonbeam shone across both of them. He instantly stops when Rex takes notice to it. Instantly, Mark is rolling on his back and rubbing viciously at his eyes. ]}

H.. Hey, sorry. I hope I didn't wake you up.

_{[ He huffs out a sound that could be mistaken for a laugh trying to break through. ]}

It's alright, Rex. Don't worry about it. It's just the same stuff. I'm trying to move on and heal from it like you told me to.

[himbomb]

[Rex gives Mark's leg a little kick. It's nothing violent. Despite his tendency to bitch and moan about anything and everything, the hot-tempered super slaps a wry smile on his face.]

Hey! Invincible. Maaaark! What the fuck ever it is that you like to be called, I don't fuckin' know.

[Oh boy.]

Guess what?

[He's leaning ever so close now, almost leering.]

TEXT; whenever things aren't on fire or anything

[fluxing]

alright muscleboy mcgee
i have a question for u
have u figured out some work out routine here yet??? or like the best way to obtain basic hygiene cuz

the lack of decent showers is killing me

[himbomb]

omggggg i know, right? it's the fucking worst!

[Usually, he'd be far more hostile, but this is a topic Rex is actually firmly passionate about about.]

mostly i've been stealin soap from the crazy bird lady's bathroom and rinsing off in the river- don't know what that shit's made of, tho? so i've been keepin it away from all the naughty bits

no one's touchin me rn so it should be fine? even tho i rly do hate it

as for workouts, i kinda just do my normal shit? gotta up the cardio and do more core exercises cause there aren't any weights lyin around... i mean, even the dead weight's bein snatched up around here!

[fluxing]

wait wait wait...
the bird bitch has SOAP??

holllld tf up

how did u manage to steal it from her without her pecking ur brains out??
also do u have extra
i'll do anything for it

_{[ um.. he's not being sexual here he will do a gen favor if Rex asks.. ]}

sometime during downtime log!! text | un: ben

[onlyhope]

Rex
I owe you an apology.

[himbomb]

then don't be a pansy ass piece of shit
say it to my face, asshole

[onlyhope]

[ without missing a beat: ]

Where shall I meet you?

ACTION. october 24th... monsturs

[superflighty]

<sub>[ It just makes sense to spend most of their time in the vacation car until the next car opens up (which.. Mark isn't sure he wants to leave this car? Anyway.) He's been sleeping in one of the queen beds in their hotel room the entire time cause he's too embarrassed to admit he wouldn't mind sharing a bed with Rex again. Things with Rex have been going.. well. Really well.

So on the morning of October 24th, Mark doesn't have time to read the message on his phone. Instead, he heads to the bathroom to take a shower, blearily looking into the mirror.

It takes him a moment to register to the newfound, canine ears that are crowned upon his head.

And then, he screams, which quickly changes into more of a howling noise. Either Rex is asleep in the other bed or he's taking advantage of the hotel's gym. It doesn't matter. Mark isn't going to be polite about not making noise right now. ]</sub>

[himbomb]

[Rex, already something of an id with an elevated body temperature, firepowers, and flame resistant tendencies, so he doesn't seem to notice that anything is amiss at first. Instead, he just growls and pulls the covers over his head.]

Ugh, who let the dogs out?

[He assumes that his idiot counterpart has somehow found a puppy and attempted to adopt it. It seems like the kind of irresponsible, goobery thing Mark would do without thinking.]

Mark!

Juuuust don't let that thing get its stinky pup-juices all over my bed. I don't wanna see any pee on the sheets! Or in my hair-care products! 'Kay? From now on, lil' Yippy over here [that may be a play on Lil Yachty] is your problem.

[superflighty]

_{[ Upon hearing his name spoken like that, Rex is going to hear some whimpering. Yikes.
Before he knows it, he's shaking Rex's shoulder. ]}

Rex, get up, quickly! I.. um..

_{[ Those expressive ears pull backward. ]}

I think I'm going to be sick..! I can't graduate high school looking like.. this! I don't know what's going on..!

merry gay crisis

[superflighty]

<sub>[ So, ice skating really wasn't that great on Mark's end, but one of the perks of being a Viltrumite was the fact that no matter how many times he fell down, it didn't really hurt and he was willing to get back up. For some reason, that didn't really stop Rex from fretting over him and assisting him along the way. Over all, it was a really good time, and Mark was surprised that he didn't mind expressing some PDA with Rex even though the guy doesn't seem to have the best reputation among the passengers.

Curled up with a shared blanket, some hot cocoa and a warm fire, Mark can feel that he's definitely in.. The Mood, but it's probably thanks for the romantic atmosphere this car has given them. He exhales slowly, watching his breath waft in the golden hour sky. They managed to find a quiet place to rest outside one of the lodges and Mark can't complain about any lingering aches he may have from ice skating. ]</sub>

You really like picking me up when I fall down, don't you?

_{[ He turned to further face Rex, giving him a curious look as he slowly bring his own cup of hot cocoa to his mouth and takes a reluctant sip. It's still really warm! ]}

[himbomb]

[Rex’s mobility training prior to receiving superpowers have given him the skills to move with agility on a variety of terrains, with snow and ice being no exceptions. The passengers are right to despise him, as fighting the urge to shove the snot-faced nine year olds off the ice so that he could properly show Mark some of his moves was a difficult task. Uncoordinated little turd munchers...

But here they are now, snuggled under one singular blanket and resting peacefully. Winter has a special place in Rex‘s heart, and by special I mean horrible, as his childhood Yuletides were often spent nearly freezing to death. That’s okay now, though.

Finally, after months of being stranded on this infernal contraption, he has managed to have one normal date. Mark is good company; they’ve both come a really long way.

Like the pervert he knows he is, Rex watches Mark's lips touch the hot liquid whilst grinning to himself. The human explosive's imagination is certainly going places.]

Yeah, well! Maybe I do.

Who wouldn't?

[And, that would be a sweet thing to say, except-]

You've got a great ass.

[DON'T DELIVER THAT INFORMATION SO BLUNTLY!]

[superflighty]

<sub>[ By now, Mark cannot even really think back when they were new acquaintances with a rough start— the weird misunderstanding that involved Eve— and the grudge he held against Rex for being such a bad boyfriend to her. He’s not sure what has really made Rex change; maybe it really was the train or maybe Rex was sincerely apologetic and admitting his mistake when he said he was sorry to Eve. Mark isn’t sure.

What he is sure of, though, Rex has brought him comfort, company and care when he has needed it the most.

His eyebrows lift as he feels a flush cascade over his cheeks. ]</sub>

Wait, what..?? It is? Uh. Guess I never really noticed. It’s always behind me, after all.

sometime after the *** but before endgame stuff we making our own rules now

[superflighty]

<sub>[ Mark wasn't sure how much longer they were going to be on this train, but all things considered, it hadn't been so bad. It really hadn't been so bad.. lately. That made him suspicious of whatever was going to be in the next car over.

By now, he's gotten a lot more comfortable (and physical) with his partner, and the last few doors they have opened, he always made sure to hold Rex's hand before pushing down the lever and revealing what was in the next car. His number had been going down significantly, but truth be told, he hadn't been paying too much attention to it. It was easy for him to focus on a partner when he wasn't being summoned left and right to prevent the city from catching on fire or invaded by aliens or both.

This next door isn't handled any differently. Mark pushes down the lever with one hand and keeps hold of Rex's hand with the other. They cross over to the next car and when they open it.. they see what appears to be an endless library.

Of course, Mark brightens up. ]</sub>

Oh my God! You think there's comic books in here? I haven't read a comic book in forever!

<sub>[ Ah. And off he goes, not even paying attention to the ping on their device with a new objective:

Learn something new about someone. Mark is going to find out very quickly that the "books" that are lined up on the shelves are actually VHS tapes. ]</sub>

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[Rex, on the other hand, couldn't be less impressed-]

Ugh! God, so this car's a giant library? Those places are like big, dusty jerkoff rooms for nerds!

[As he yells, his voice echoes throughout the place. Imagine "nerds, nerds, nerds..." as a sound effect...]

[superflighty]

_{[ By now, Mark has flitted away from Rex and is soaring straight up, looking for a tape that gauges his interest. Calls out to him. Something like that. The first "book" that he flies to and plucks off of the shelf makes his face fall. It's just the cover to a VHS tape. Those old, plastic covers. It's blank on both sides. In fact, all of the tapes look the same.. plain black or brown plastic cover that pops open when you pull it apart and masking tape across the spine with handwriting on it. The one that Mark has in his hands reads J. MAMA ]}

Uh.
Huh.

_{[ Disappointed, he slowly drifts back down and plants his feet on the ground not too far from Rex before he looks over at him. ]}

Okay, well, they aren't books even though this looks like a library. They're tapes. Like old tapes that nobody uses anymore. Look.