[This isn't even the first time that Cain has seen him in this particular state of undress, having caught him sneaking out of the bathhouse in nothing but a towel, and yet Rex still finds himself feeling a little bit flustered. On a normal day, he'd fire back with a haughty retort in response to that oddly sweet if cheeky utterance. Tonight, however, he's already consumed a copious amount of alcohol and trying to ignore the repulsively saccharine fact that he's happy someone took the time out of their day just to see his sorry ass, specifically.
He yells, perhaps a little too loudly-]
SO YOU'VE JUST BEEN RAWDOGGIN' IT THIS WHOLE TIME?!?!?!?!
[It's the easiest part of the conversation to fixate on. No, no new bruises, not since the last time they've seen each other. Even if Rex's hands are growing more calloused by the day with all the rigorous training, a lot more than before, seeing as his healing factor has yet to kick back in.
If ever.]
With randos?! Dude! Some of these bastards are probably carryin' ye olde dick diseases from, like, 1754? HELLO?!
You could be fucking the dude who invented chlamydia, basically! Although in this case, I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have been on purpose... Probably.
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He yells, perhaps a little too loudly-]
SO YOU'VE JUST BEEN RAWDOGGIN' IT THIS
WHOLE TIME?!?!?!?![It's the easiest part of the conversation to fixate on. No, no new bruises, not since the last time they've seen each other. Even if Rex's hands are growing more calloused by the day with all the rigorous training, a lot more than before, seeing as his healing factor has yet to kick back in.
If ever.]
With randos?! Dude! Some of these bastards are probably carryin' ye olde dick diseases from, like, 1754? HELLO?!
You could be fucking the dude who invented chlamydia, basically! Although in this case, I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have been on purpose... Probably.