"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!"
[ 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. ]
[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.
[Just before Rex can open his mouth to swear in utter disbelief, Mark shakes him like he's nothing more than an empty sack of potatoes, and well. Whimpers! Not like a normal, Mark-ish baby-animal whimper, but something very specifically canine. Instead of making a joke about how the other boy is perhaps going through alien puberty, what with him finally growing hair on his chest and all that, Rex decides to make a decision in the name of science and...
Are you sure this isn't some weird alien puberty thing that your dad forgot to tell you about?
[Rex sulks, doing his best not to crack a smile at that... Bizarrely cute tail-chasing display, still groggy from being awoken against his will. He meant what he said about the world needing to be on fire for him to be up before 6:00 AM.]
Well, eyyyyy, mazel tov!
[Yes, he is being an asshole and clapping sarcastically.]
Your balls finally have got hair on 'em now. Whuh-hoo.
... You know, never mind! Never. Mind. I know this isn't right. It can't be right!! What the hell is this..!?
[ At that, Mark makes a very.. animal-like growling noise at Rex and pivots on his heel to stomp off, this time back to the bathroom. And yes, that's definitely a brown and cream colored tail he sports.
There's some rummaging around in the bathroom and he's finding the nearest razor (it's Rex's) and tapping the water on. There's a spritz of shaving cream too (also Rex's.) Mark sounds like he's talking to himself now, but it's indescribable, other than he sounds distressed. ]
[Meaning: What it's like to be wooly mammoth furry. Look, he's Greek and Dominican? That's a lot of hair from both sides of the family! As Rex has probably said to Mark once before, he goes to a guy. For waxing purposes! And oh no, is that the green razor? Rex is fairly certain he used that one for intimate "landscaping" purposes a night or two ago. Whoops.]
[ By now, Mark has gotten accustomed to Rex and what he says and means without him actually.. saying it. It's not something he is trying to do intentionally, but he just knows the.. Rexisms now (unfortunately.)
The sound of the shaver dropping is heard.
Mark emerges from the bathroom with an indignant pout as an evident streak of missing chest hair is seen dragged across his pectorals. ]
[Okay, that's hilarious. He just has to laugh at that. But what Mark may not have picked up on is that Rex's lack of an angry reaction is progress, if only because the slightly older hero is used to sharing his things with the other boy by now.]
Hey! That's why if you wanna use anything of mine, you should really ask first! Serves you right, Fido.
[He whistles at the pile of hair on the floor.]
See that? Now that's disgusting. Beeeesiiiidees, I'm pretty meticulous about keepin' my junk spic n' span. You never know when you'll need to be ready for action.
[if only
he could lend this attitude to his actual superheroe-ing... well. his balls have been on ur face now mark]
[ With that, Mark turns again and starts to rummage around the hotel room, getting properly dressed in some kind of casual attire that conceals most of his body. He tries to tuck the tail between his legs but it’s too uncomfortable. He presses down on his ears.. yeah there’s no hiding that. There’s a sigh. Surely this has to be some kind of trick the train is pulling. He checks his phone briefly was he puts on his shoes, looking quite pensive and a little angry.
He doesn’t even know what to say or do but he wants to go out. Which is hilarious since he’s a dog. He even rubs his temple with one hand as he opens the message and reads it further. ]
Jesus. It makes NO sense that you seem perfectly fine.
[Rex reaches for one of Mark's hands, a bold move, considering the fact that he's angered an intergalactic powerhouse, but he's noticed that communicating with his new friend is significantly easier through touch. Well, at least he didn't make the "So, how does it feel to be teabagged by Rex Splode?" joke??? Um...]
Don't get your furry nuts all in a bunch, alright buddy? This is a lot less freaky than you faintin' on me- At least you're not dead, right? Relax.
It must've been somethin' you drank! I'll find the bartender who did this, beat the crap out of him, and then find an antidote! Easy-peasy.
[Oh, he is squeezing now... Gay??? Rex this is inappropriate.]
Also, don't hate me! But you look ah-dowable.
[*Adorable. In faux-baby speak. Don't worry, I'm vomiting too.]
The second set of ears start movin' when you get all huffy! Cuuuute.
[ For a moment, Mark allows it but he doesn't look happy about it. It is easy for Rex to think this way cause he isn't the one experiencing what Mark is feeling. What if there is no antidote? What if he is stuck this way forever? Nobody would ever take him seriously as a superhero now.
He jerks his hand away right after it is squeezed. Like so.
Almost as if it was on cue, those ears bend backwards in aggression when Rex calls him cute. ]
I don't need to deal with this or you right now. You're not taking me seriously.
[Rex can think of a million and one situations that could be worse, and frankly, is a bit surprised that Mark is this put-off by... A few harmless, if fuzzy, additions? Especially considering the fact that this kid has already lived through a number of real-life, actual near-death experiences. Mark's newly fluffy form isn't wasting away or too weak to lift a finger, but if there's one thing Rex has learned, it's that the other boy isn't the best at putting things in perspective. And who is to say, really, what that perspective should be?]
Don't catch rabies on your way out, nerd!
[To say Rex is always true to his word might be pushing it, seeing as if he was that kind of stand-up guy, he wouldn't have cheated on his last serious girlfriend, but he is trying to turn a new leaf. He will find an antidote, damn it! And make Mark like him again... Like him more? Oof.
Mark's exit reawakens a familiar brand of emptiness, one that the warmer-blooded of the duo knows all too well. The pangs of loneliness have a different, staunchly firmer grip on the hearts of those who are used to being left behind more often than not, and for Rex, it has always been quite the motivator, like the cold, steel on skin feeling of a gun being pressed against his head.]
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ACTION. october 24th... monsturs
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. ]
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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.
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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..!
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Reaches out to scratch Mark under the chin.]
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[ um.. this is weird and why does it feel good? Mark indulges in it for a few seconds before pushing Rex's hand away. ]
T—This is serious! Oh my God.. is that a tail? Do I have a tail?
[ In a little frantic, Mark twirls in a small circle, trying to see behind himself. ]
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[Rex sulks, doing his best not to crack a smile at that... Bizarrely cute tail-chasing display, still groggy from being awoken against his will. He meant what he said about the world needing to be on fire for him to be up before 6:00 AM.]
Well, eyyyyy, mazel tov!
[Yes, he is being an asshole and clapping sarcastically.]
Your balls finally have got hair on 'em now. Whuh-hoo.
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[ At that, Mark makes a very.. animal-like growling noise at Rex and pivots on his heel to stomp off, this time back to the bathroom. And yes, that's definitely a brown and cream colored tail he sports.
There's some rummaging around in the bathroom and he's finding the nearest razor (it's Rex's) and tapping the water on. There's a spritz of shaving cream too (also Rex's.) Mark sounds like he's talking to himself now, but it's indescribable, other than he sounds distressed. ]
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[Meaning: What it's like to be wooly mammoth furry. Look, he's Greek and Dominican? That's a lot of hair from both sides of the family! As Rex has probably said to Mark once before, he goes to a guy. For waxing purposes! And oh no, is that the green razor? Rex is fairly certain he used that one for intimate "landscaping" purposes a night or two ago. Whoops.]
I wouldn't use that on your face if I were you.
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The sound of the shaver dropping is heard.
Mark emerges from the bathroom with an indignant pout as an evident streak of missing chest hair is seen dragged across his pectorals. ]
That is.. so disgusting.
im so sorry this is so gross
[Okay, that's hilarious. He just has to laugh at that. But what Mark may not have picked up on is that Rex's lack of an angry reaction is progress, if only because the slightly older hero is used to sharing his things with the other boy by now.]
Hey! That's why if you wanna use anything of mine, you should really ask first! Serves you right, Fido.
[He whistles at the pile of hair on the floor.]
See that? Now that's disgusting. Beeeesiiiidees, I'm pretty meticulous about keepin' my junk spic n' span. You never know when you'll need to be ready for action.
[if only
he could lend this attitude to his actual superheroe-ing... well. his balls have been on ur face now mark]
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[ With that, Mark turns again and starts to rummage around the hotel room, getting properly dressed in some kind of casual attire that conceals most of his body. He tries to tuck the tail between his legs but it’s too uncomfortable. He presses down on his ears.. yeah there’s no hiding that. There’s a sigh. Surely this has to be some kind of trick the train is pulling. He checks his phone briefly was he puts on his shoes, looking quite pensive and a little angry.
He doesn’t even know what to say or do but he wants to go out. Which is hilarious since he’s a dog. He even rubs his temple with one hand as he opens the message and reads it further. ]
Jesus.
It makes NO sense that you seem perfectly fine.
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[Rex reaches for one of Mark's hands, a bold move, considering the fact that he's angered an intergalactic powerhouse, but he's noticed that communicating with his new friend is significantly easier through touch. Well, at least he didn't make the "So, how does it feel to be teabagged by Rex Splode?" joke??? Um...]
Don't get your furry nuts all in a bunch, alright buddy? This is a lot less freaky than you faintin' on me- At least you're not dead, right? Relax.
It must've been somethin' you drank! I'll find the bartender who did this, beat the crap out of him, and then find an antidote! Easy-peasy.
[Oh, he is squeezing now... Gay??? Rex this is inappropriate.]
Also, don't hate me! But you look ah-dowable.
[*Adorable. In faux-baby speak. Don't worry, I'm vomiting too.]
The second set of ears start movin' when you get all huffy! Cuuuute.
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He jerks his hand away right after it is squeezed. Like so.
Almost as if it was on cue, those ears bend backwards in aggression when Rex calls him cute. ]
I don't need to deal with this or you right now. You're not taking me seriously.
[ He turns, starting to head to the exit. ]
Shut the hell up.
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[Rex can think of a million and one situations that could be worse, and frankly, is a bit surprised that Mark is this put-off by... A few harmless, if fuzzy, additions? Especially considering the fact that this kid has already lived through a number of real-life, actual near-death experiences. Mark's newly fluffy form isn't wasting away or too weak to lift a finger, but if there's one thing Rex has learned, it's that the other boy isn't the best at putting things in perspective. And who is to say, really, what that perspective should be?]
Don't catch rabies on your way out, nerd!
[To say Rex is always true to his word might be pushing it, seeing as if he was that kind of stand-up guy, he wouldn't have cheated on his last serious girlfriend, but he is trying to turn a new leaf. He will find an antidote, damn it! And make Mark like him again... Like him more? Oof.
Mark's exit reawakens a familiar brand of emptiness, one that the warmer-blooded of the duo knows all too well. The pangs of loneliness have a different, staunchly firmer grip on the hearts of those who are used to being left behind more often than not, and for Rex, it has always been quite the motivator, like the cold, steel on skin feeling of a gun being pressed against his head.]