[Rex chuckles, cracking a wry, mirthy smile of the toothless variety, one that's a lot closer to his signature.
The comfortable haze of alcohol keeps his mind from going in its usual paranoid, overly analytical directions. Sure, the idea of Cain's DNA being permanently blacklight-ready on the surface of some poor girl's couch is entertaining, to say the least, but if he were sober, there's a chance that Rex would start asking one too many questions about the individual who helped contribute to the mess.
So instead, he sneaks in a not-too-subtle once-over, not even quite registering]
Woof, yeah!
[The "yeah" is punctuated with its own verbal gunpowder, loud, raucous, but slightly more unhinged than the typical Rex Splode nonsense. It's less intentionally overbearing so much as it is excited. The young hero's typical brand of noise pollution is also lacking in its typical dripping sarcasm,]
Who knew regular-degular me would be such a fucking lightweight, huh?
[Okay, now that was sarcasm. Rex has definitely been through a shitload of booze tonight, as he's still maintained his original bodyweight, even if said body is not quite as impenetrable as it used to be.]
Usually? I've gotta drink myself through an entire warehouse shelf for my head to feel this funny. On one hand, you probably run through booze a lot slower, but on the other...
[Before addressing that last question, there's a loud burp. Well, at least Rex is finally having some fun around here.]
Awwww, what?
You've never had to fight your fair share of winged assholes off a piece of your day-old jerky? C'mon, man!
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The comfortable haze of alcohol keeps his mind from going in its usual paranoid, overly analytical directions. Sure, the idea of Cain's DNA being permanently blacklight-ready on the surface of some poor girl's couch is entertaining, to say the least, but if he were sober, there's a chance that Rex would start asking one too many questions about the individual who helped contribute to the mess.
So instead, he sneaks in a not-too-subtle once-over, not even quite registering]
Woof, yeah!
[The "yeah" is punctuated with its own verbal gunpowder, loud, raucous, but slightly more unhinged than the typical Rex Splode nonsense. It's less intentionally overbearing so much as it is excited. The young hero's typical brand of noise pollution is also lacking in its typical dripping sarcasm,]
Who knew regular-degular me would be such a fucking lightweight, huh?
[Okay, now that was sarcasm. Rex has definitely been through a shitload of booze tonight, as he's still maintained his original bodyweight, even if said body is not quite as impenetrable as it used to be.]
Usually? I've gotta drink myself through an entire warehouse shelf for my head to feel this funny. On one hand, you probably run through booze a lot slower, but on the other...
[Before addressing that last question, there's a loud burp. Well, at least Rex is finally having some fun around here.]
Awwww, what?
You've never had to fight your fair share of winged assholes off a piece of your day-old jerky? C'mon, man!