"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!"
[ 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.
[NO!!! Just bc there are tapes doesn't mean there are titties on them...
Like the jackass he is, Rex waltzes right on up to Mark with the intention to prove a point. He peers, albeit a little too invasively, over the younger boy's shoulders.]
Well, a buncha dirty pictures by the dozen sound better to me than words on words on words on words! That one's probably some MILF shit from the seventies.
So! It's gonna be your typical dash of stepmommy fodder, with a whole lotta stache and lady bush.
[ was that objective meaning...?? learn a fetish about someone?? Mark can sense Rex as he approaches him and he definitely can feel the warmth from him as he gets too close. Mark quirks a brow upward, adverting his eyes from the tape to look at Rex. ]
Yeah? And what if I like stuff like that?
[ It's kind of obvious he's joking-- the way he smiles after making such a line like that. ]
Dude. I don't know if we should mess with something that has someone else's name on it. What if it's theirs? Like their property? There's a lot of tapes in here.. but it looks like they're organized at least! I can't imagine what poor person had to do all of that work.
[ Instantly, Mark is going to snatch the tape from Rex's hand and tuck it up under one of his armpits. The hand instantly settles on Rex's face, his palm smoothing down that strong jawline before he thumbs idly at Rex's dip in his chin. ]
Easy, tiger. We don't know what these tapes do yet. What if exploding them would actually harm the person? This Jason-guy.. like, he's probably some innocent dude.
..
Maybe. I dunno. Maybe not. I think we need to do a little more research. Did the phone give us a message or anything?
He could also be an axe-murderer! Or have a "live, laugh, love" sign up on his wall.
[Unfortunately, the butt(chin) touching does work. Rex slaps that hand away, snarling, although it's clear that both of his cheeks are red. Also, peep the fact that those two things are apparently on equal level of Terrible in Rex's opinion...]
Uh, well! Let's take a look.
[Rex opens his device, noting that the screen is black.]
Aaah, the fuck?! Last I checked, these things didn't need their batteries charged! Did we get anything on it when we were, I dunno, penis jousting?!
[ Oh, uh. Alright. He'll retract his hand and return it to himself and focus on putting the tapes back to where they came from. He doesn't mean to embarrass Rex or anything like that-- just try and calm him down. It just seems like it made him even more feisty. Mark slides the tapes back where they belong, starting with the one towards the ground then flies straight up to return the other one. ]
Beats me. I mean, it doesn't really matter to me right now.
[ It doesn't. Cause he's found some happiness here on the train. He might even be more nervous to return home now, but he doesn't want to admit it. He drifts back down and lands next to Rex, but he keeps a little space between them as he pulls out his device. ]
Maybe we're supposed to watch them.. like maybe we have our own tape? The ones with our names on them are the ones we are supposed to watch.
[Mark lands beside him, and Rex begins to feel a little guilt for his nasty behavior, as per usual. So he will, without any hint of subtlety, glance to the side and slide his hand in Mark's back pocket.]
You think these are real passengers? What if they're, like, fables, or something?
[Mostly, he's hoping he doesn't find his own.]
I dunno if they should be puttin' mine in here. That whole thing'd just be NC-17!
From the age of thirteen and onward, probably...
[Meaning that it was around then when his life got wrecked, basically. Not that it was even marginally joyful beforehand.]
[ Mark definitely notices that hand slip in his pocket right away and looks over at Rex with his eyebrows raised, but it only encourages him to shuffle a little closer to Rex until he is snugged up against him. ]
I don't know. Maybe they aren't. And just cause it has your name on it doesn't mean it's all about you.. maybe it's just some information you are supposed to know.
[ Mark is able to pull up his device and read the objective and he clicks his tongue, nodding. ]
Yeah, see. It says.. learn something new about someone. So you're probably supposed to watch the ones with your name on them.
[ Hm. ]
I don't see any harm in us watching the ones for us together, though, right?
[Mark is so close to Rex now that he will feel how the older teenager's chest rises and falls at that suggestion. Whatever hesitation Rex has, it's not enough to distance himself from the younger boy entirely. A part of him is holding out hope that if some darker parts of his history are revealed, that Mark will respond favorably and with a good deal of empathy.
But Mark is kind and gentle, he is pure of heart.
He's unaware of the grislier parts of Rex's life that have transpired thus far.]
...Um, or? We could just watch another guy's and laugh at all the stupid parts!
[Maybe it's no big deal. Perhaps it's something benign, or preachy even. No specifics.]
But what if something bad happens if we don't watch the ones with our names on them? I mean, I guess it wouldn't hurt to at least try to watch someone else's tape just to see what happens.. maybe. Man. They're never completely clear with the tasks they want us to do in each car. It's really annoying. Hm.
I'm going to at least try and see if a tape of mine exists. Stay here.
[ He give Rex a small peck on the cheek and shifts away, freeing up his pocket and leaping back into the air, flying to where he thinks the "G" surnames are. He calls back out to Rex: ]
What are you so nervous about?
[ how is it thus dumbass never reads the atmosphere but then when he finally does its a call out ]
Dude. What are you talking about? We have no idea what are on these tapes. It may not show anything having to do with you at all. Maybe it's just.. boring lectures. Or something.
[ Did he ever met Fukawa or just her alter ego? Either way, Mark acts like he knows even if he doesn't have any idea (and I feel like that's pretty much how Mark handles everything.)
He flits back down to Rex with Fukawa's tape even if he isn't sure. ]
What happens if that breaks a rule or something? Like.. what if something bad happens? This train isn't really nice to us. I don't know if the tapes have our names on them cause it's information that we need to know or the train wants us to know.. or it's about us.
[ Mark makes a slight yelp when he feels himself being squeezed, a light pink surfacing to his face but he makes no indication to leave Rex's side or avoid the hand that is touching him. ]
... Are you just wanting me to go first so you can see what happens?
[ which is like.. valid. Mark won't judge him if he says yes. ]
[Yes, Mark. That is absolutely what he is doing. Now is the time for Rex to whine and actually act much like a normal boy his age. He groans, that big mouth of his hanging open in dismay.]
Why is it that you choose now of all times to not be dumb! Now! When it's of major [*not major, he's being dramatic] inconvenience to me!
[Oh no, his hand is definitely doing some more weird gropey things (within the pocket still)-]
Wait, wait, wait. Is all of the blood actually rushin' to your head right now? Oh ho ho, man!
[ Oh, yep. Feeling one of those hands grab around certainly does make him think of some embarrassing things Rex’s hand was doing back a few cars down. His blush deepens, his free hand reaching to hold Rex at his forearm as if gesturing him to halt. The prospect of doing something sexy has always been appealing to him— but Mark is realizing it’s especially in his interests now that he’s done the do with someone whom he can call his partner. ]
S-So, uh..
[ just kinds awkwardly giving that arm a light squeeze. ]
Let me just.. I guess.. see if I can figure, uh, something out in this car? For us? But also, like.. you’re being really touchy, dude.
[Rex, for all his infidelity, has only had the experience of being in one relationship, which had begun when Eve and Rex were around the ages of thirteen and fourteen. Rex had all of zero other friends, excluding Kate and Robot, so the rush of having a number one who was beautiful and big-hearted and broken in her own way was the perfect storm for a particularly riotous hormonal cocktail. Molotov style.
But she had let him touch her. She leaned against him at all those school bonfires where teenagers engaged in their petty bickering, not even twenty four hours after putting out fires and doing their best to keep people from being burned alive. It's not as though Rex was completely desensitized to violence, because there were later events that stuck with him, painfully staining the recesses of his mind, but had long grown accustomed to it. Eve was sensitive and caring, and he was there for her in every regard, for a time.
Lately, however? He had only been present physically. Only half-listening, often angry, and mostly around to get his rocks off.]
...Sorry. I just-
[Mark seemed to enjoy the attention. Shit, shit, shit, he didn't even ask-]
Nobody else is around, and I didn't... You weren't saying anything, so I-I-
I think the problem here is the fact I might like it, uh, a little too much? I mean, if you'd rather us.. noooooot figure out this car right away? Huh. This doesn't really seem like a very sexy car though. I don't mind you touching or holding me. Not at all.
[ Cue Mark wrinkling his nose, squinting and surveying the area. It doesn't even look like there's a television nearby to watch these things on. There might have to be a little more exploring before he sees that yet.
Mark's more of the opposite, though. He doesn't really know all of the stuff he's into.. he's still in his exploration era.
His gaze settles back on Rex, a little meek smile on his face. ]
But we're going to have to figure it out eventually, right? And maybe the next car will be a sexy car. With like, I dunno.. maybe another spa car!
[ His free hand reaches out to take ahold of Rex's that left his, um, ass, swaying both of their hands lightly. ]
[Rex idly watches their fingers intertwine, noting the difference in their respective skin tones whilst they weave their own weird little hand tapestry. Mark's hands aren't as small as Eve's, and the undertones in his skin are different, but the gesture does help to calm Rex down.]
Oh.
So you're just horny? Well then, say that!
[So, he catastrophized for nothing.]
Ugh, I dunno. That sounds a little too optimistic to me. My bet's on torture!
[For the next car, he means.
Once again, Rex is embarrassed by the tender tingles he's experiencing as a result of Mark's sweet words and innocent turn of phrase. They're almost the same age, and yet Rex both feels like a blushing schoolgirl and this week's To Catch a Predator feature all at the same time.]
Nothing's tried to attack us in this one yet. So, there's a good chance that the next car's gonna be worse. Well, whatever! If there's torture, maybe there'll be somethin' sexy about it. You ever try steppin' into some PVC? That shit's mad uncomfortable, especially on the 'nads.
Uhhh. [ There's some nervous laughter that bubbles up and out of him. He gives their hands a little squeeze. ]
I think I'm just excited to spend time with you again. [ which is??? basically??? being horny. Mark, you can just say you are eager to fuck him again. ]
I don't think I have.. I've never really thought about it. But it sounds really uncomfortable.. I know that's some people's costume of choice back home and I never understood that.
[ With that, Mark surveys the area again and begins to tug Rex along with him lightly by the hand. ]
Surely there's a TV to watch all of these tapes on somewhere around here, right?
[ So as he looks around, he'll continue a conversation: ]
[He allows Mark to tug him forward, secretly enjoying the act of being dragged around. Rex may have a pre-prepared set of complaints up his sleeve for whenever he is forced to accompany a loved one on an errand, but truth be told, he loves it. Being asked to go places means he's important, especially if the excursion is one on one.]
The answer can also be both!
[Rex tilts his head upwards, """searching""" for a television set, although it's clear he's trying to delay any personal tape-watching however possible.]
Mmmmm... Yeah! Sure. I'm into it, but less so being in it and moreso... Doing someone in it? I'm a sucker for punishment, what can I say?
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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...]
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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.
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[NO!!! Just bc there are tapes doesn't mean there are titties on them...
Like the jackass he is, Rex waltzes right on up to Mark with the intention to prove a point. He peers, albeit a little too invasively, over the younger boy's shoulders.]
Well, a buncha dirty pictures by the dozen sound better to me than words on words on words on words! That one's probably some MILF shit from the seventies.
So! It's gonna be your typical dash of stepmommy fodder, with a whole lotta stache and lady bush.
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Mark can sense Rex as he approaches him and he definitely can feel the warmth from him as he gets too close. Mark quirks a brow upward, adverting his eyes from the tape to look at Rex. ]
Yeah? And what if I like stuff like that?
[ It's kind of obvious he's joking-- the way he smiles after making such a line like that. ]
Dude. I don't know if we should mess with something that has someone else's name on it. What if it's theirs? Like their property? There's a lot of tapes in here.. but it looks like they're organized at least! I can't imagine what poor person had to do all of that work.
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[do u ever ruin like, things from ur childhood but by urself? that's me writing this particular rex tag]
Which means that kink's probably as old as Cain and Abel. Anyways...
[His nose wrinkles. Gruff as he is, Rex appreciates that Mark has learned to go with the flow and joke back.]
Knowin' this place, they're probably booby trapped. Good thing I can just blow 'em all up-
[The Guardian hastily grabs a random tape from a shelf, reading the label out loud-]
"J... Mantzoukas?" Well! It's time to kiss his Mantzouk-ass guuuuhd-bye!
[OH NO... OH NO HIS HANDS ARE GLOWING AND HE's CHARGING IT!!!]
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[ Instantly, Mark is going to snatch the tape from Rex's hand and tuck it up under one of his armpits. The hand instantly settles on Rex's face, his palm smoothing down that strong jawline before he thumbs idly at Rex's dip in his chin. ]
Easy, tiger. We don't know what these tapes do yet. What if exploding them would actually harm the person? This Jason-guy.. like, he's probably some innocent dude.
..
Maybe. I dunno. Maybe not. I think we need to do a little more research. Did the phone give us a message or anything?
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[Unfortunately, the butt(chin) touching does work. Rex slaps that hand away, snarling, although it's clear that both of his cheeks are red. Also, peep the fact that those two things are apparently on equal level of Terrible in Rex's opinion...]
Uh, well! Let's take a look.
[Rex opens his device, noting that the screen is black.]
Aaah, the fuck?! Last I checked, these things didn't need their batteries charged! Did we get anything on it when we were, I dunno, penis jousting?!
[disgusting]
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Beats me. I mean, it doesn't really matter to me right now.
[ It doesn't. Cause he's found some happiness here on the train. He might even be more nervous to return home now, but he doesn't want to admit it. He drifts back down and lands next to Rex, but he keeps a little space between them as he pulls out his device. ]
Maybe we're supposed to watch them.. like maybe we have our own tape? The ones with our names on them are the ones we are supposed to watch.
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You think these are real passengers? What if they're, like, fables, or something?
[Mostly, he's hoping he doesn't find his own.]
I dunno if they should be puttin' mine in here. That whole thing'd just be NC-17!
From the age of thirteen and onward, probably...
[Meaning that it was around then when his life got wrecked, basically. Not that it was even marginally joyful beforehand.]
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I don't know. Maybe they aren't. And just cause it has your name on it doesn't mean it's all about you.. maybe it's just some information you are supposed to know.
[ Mark is able to pull up his device and read the objective and he clicks his tongue, nodding. ]
Yeah, see. It says.. learn something new about someone. So you're probably supposed to watch the ones with your name on them.
[ Hm. ]
I don't see any harm in us watching the ones for us together, though, right?
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But Mark is kind and gentle, he is pure of heart.
He's unaware of the grislier parts of Rex's life that have transpired thus far.]
...Um, or? We could just watch another guy's and laugh at all the stupid parts!
[Maybe it's no big deal. Perhaps it's something benign, or preachy even. No specifics.]
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I'm going to at least try and see if a tape of mine exists. Stay here.
[ He give Rex a small peck on the cheek and shifts away, freeing up his pocket and leaping back into the air, flying to where he thinks the "G" surnames are. He calls back out to Rex: ]
What are you so nervous about?
[ how is it thus dumbass never reads the atmosphere but then when he finally does its a call out ]
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[Oh boy. The only way this is going to be vaguely palatable is if he makes it funny.]
I had this huge-ass forehead. And a WHORE- [did he just] ible nineties cut that looked like it could've been a bad wig. With wings!
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[ Oh. A name catches his eye that isn't his. ]
T. FUKAWA? Why does that sound familiar..
[ dumb dumb can't remember names sometimes.. ]
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[not rex registering her as Friend so strongly]
Not gonna lie! I kinda wanna see this one.
[Despite every loud, abrasive, stuttered protest that he shouldn't thaat Fukawa would utter if she were here-]
Maybe let's pop it in as, like, a test?
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[ Did he ever met Fukawa or just her alter ego? Either way, Mark acts like he knows even if he doesn't have any idea (and I feel like that's pretty much how Mark handles everything.)
He flits back down to Rex with Fukawa's tape even if he isn't sure. ]
What happens if that breaks a rule or something? Like.. what if something bad happens? This train isn't really nice to us. I don't know if the tapes have our names on them cause it's information that we need to know or the train wants us to know.. or it's about us.
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[A winded sigh passes through him, and yet poor Mark will feel a singular cheek being squeezed.]
Fine, fine! You go first.
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... Are you just wanting me to go first so you can see what happens?
[ which is like.. valid. Mark won't judge him if he says yes. ]
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Why is it that you choose now of all times to not be dumb! Now! When it's of major [*not major, he's being dramatic] inconvenience to me!
[Oh no, his hand is definitely doing some more weird gropey things (within the pocket still)-]
Wait, wait, wait. Is all of the blood actually rushin' to your head right now? Oh ho ho, man!
I must not be doin' somethin right.
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S-So, uh..
[ just kinds awkwardly giving that arm a light squeeze. ]
Let me just.. I guess.. see if I can figure, uh, something out in this car? For us? But also, like.. you’re being really touchy, dude.
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But she had let him touch her. She leaned against him at all those school bonfires where teenagers engaged in their petty bickering, not even twenty four hours after putting out fires and doing their best to keep people from being burned alive. It's not as though Rex was completely desensitized to violence, because there were later events that stuck with him, painfully staining the recesses of his mind, but had long grown accustomed to it. Eve was sensitive and caring, and he was there for her in every regard, for a time.
Lately, however? He had only been present physically. Only half-listening, often angry, and mostly around to get his rocks off.]
...Sorry. I just-
[Mark seemed to enjoy the attention. Shit, shit, shit, he didn't even ask-]
Nobody else is around, and I didn't... You weren't saying anything, so I-I-
[Rex withdraws his hand in haste.]
Are you not into that shit?
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[ Cue Mark wrinkling his nose, squinting and surveying the area. It doesn't even look like there's a television nearby to watch these things on. There might have to be a little more exploring before he sees that yet.
Mark's more of the opposite, though. He doesn't really know all of the stuff he's into.. he's still in his exploration era.
His gaze settles back on Rex, a little meek smile on his face. ]
But we're going to have to figure it out eventually, right? And maybe the next car will be a sexy car. With like, I dunno.. maybe another spa car!
[ His free hand reaches out to take ahold of Rex's that left his, um, ass, swaying both of their hands lightly. ]
So maybe it's best we solve this first.
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Oh.
So you're just horny? Well then, say that!
[So, he catastrophized for nothing.]
Ugh, I dunno. That sounds a little too optimistic to me. My bet's on torture!
[For the next car, he means.
Once again, Rex is embarrassed by the tender tingles he's experiencing as a result of Mark's sweet words and innocent turn of phrase. They're almost the same age, and yet Rex both feels like a blushing schoolgirl and this week's To Catch a Predator feature all at the same time.]
Nothing's tried to attack us in this one yet. So, there's a good chance that the next car's gonna be worse. Well, whatever! If there's torture, maybe there'll be somethin' sexy about it. You ever try steppin' into some PVC? That shit's mad uncomfortable, especially on the 'nads.
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[ There's some nervous laughter that bubbles up and out of him. He gives their hands a little squeeze. ]
I think I'm just excited to spend time with you again.
[ which is??? basically??? being horny. Mark, you can just say you are eager to fuck him again. ]
I don't think I have.. I've never really thought about it. But it sounds really uncomfortable.. I know that's some people's costume of choice back home and I never understood that.
[ With that, Mark surveys the area again and begins to tug Rex along with him lightly by the hand. ]
Surely there's a TV to watch all of these tapes on somewhere around here, right?
[ So as he looks around, he'll continue a conversation: ]
Is like.. PVC something you're into, then?
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[He allows Mark to tug him forward, secretly enjoying the act of being dragged around. Rex may have a pre-prepared set of complaints up his sleeve for whenever he is forced to accompany a loved one on an errand, but truth be told, he loves it. Being asked to go places means he's important, especially if the excursion is one on one.]
The answer can also be both!
[Rex tilts his head upwards, """searching""" for a television set, although it's clear he's trying to delay any personal tape-watching however possible.]
Mmmmm... Yeah! Sure. I'm into it, but less so being in it and moreso... Doing someone in it? I'm a sucker for punishment, what can I say?
[why tf is he saying this so casually]
So long as it's not the capital kind.
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1/2 this is gay invincible incels dont look
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i had to find my zen in order to respond to this.. REX.. HONEY...
i'm so sorry now u kno what it is like 2 be me.