[Rex doesn't smile like that often, primarily because being that happy is so dangerous for him. Joy that comes from a vulnerable sort of brightness always seems to screw him over in the end, exposing the too tender of flesh of his always rapidly beating heart, a sensitive organ, floundering about after years of abuse and disrepair. He's not totally trashed just yet, moreso meandering about in a happy, tipsy place, giddy and excited that someone he actually enjoys the company of has come to check on him unprovoked...]
Usually? A buncha pretty people's backs.
[...]
...Aaaand a couple of home appliances, mostly toasters, anyways-
[As suave as Rex believes he's being, he's totally lost in thought when Cain plays with his fingers, the pads of his own rounding at the ends and lingering in the air even after the physical contact between them is over.
He's also got no freaking clue what the nickname means, only glomming onto the fact that it is probably affectionate, which largely is to blame for some of the logical holdup. Rex is a lot better at connecting the dots than one might believe, but if he thinks too hard about pinpointing the definition of the foreign word, he may be conceding to himself that he actually gives a damn, which...
He does, as much as he'd hate to admit it.]
I said cock-a-roach, not public lice. Louse! Whaaaat-ever.
[Rex leans inwards once again, somewhat unintentionally closing a portion of the gap between them.]
Don't worry.
It's not some kinda creepy dick worm! It's more like a... Teeny-tiny, ugly-ass... I don't wanna say demonic 'cause I don't think that's quite the right term for 'em, but they're hardy little guys!
[why in this moment does he sound like he almost likes them-]
You don't get bugs up there? Well, maybe that's for the best.
I'm sure with the radiation ya get on Mars, one regular-sized roach might grow to be as big as a pitbull, someday.
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Usually? A buncha pretty people's backs.
[...]
...Aaaand a couple of home appliances, mostly toasters, anyways-
[As suave as Rex believes he's being, he's totally lost in thought when Cain plays with his fingers, the pads of his own rounding at the ends and lingering in the air even after the physical contact between them is over.
He's also got no freaking clue what the nickname means, only glomming onto the fact that it is probably affectionate, which largely is to blame for some of the logical holdup. Rex is a lot better at connecting the dots than one might believe, but if he thinks too hard about pinpointing the definition of the foreign word, he may be conceding to himself that he actually gives a damn, which...
He does, as much as he'd hate to admit it.]
I said cock-a-roach, not public lice. Louse! Whaaaat-ever.
[Rex leans inwards once again, somewhat unintentionally closing a portion of the gap between them.]
Don't worry.
It's not some kinda creepy dick worm! It's more like a... Teeny-tiny, ugly-ass... I don't wanna say demonic 'cause I don't think that's quite the right term for 'em, but they're hardy little guys!
[why in this moment does he sound like he almost likes them-]
You don't get bugs up there? Well, maybe that's for the best.
I'm sure with the radiation ya get on Mars, one regular-sized roach might grow to be as big as a pitbull, someday.