"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!"
[ 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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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.]