[His expression indicates that he is anything but laughing.]
You want me to give you a little microphone and a spotlight so you can tell jokes on stage?
[No.
The answer is no. He may have a a shitty personality, but when your best friend stealing your DNA to clone himself a new body is only a mid-tier offense, you’ve got problems.
Rex is also never going to receive an apology for that.]
Well.. I mean it, at least. Even if I’m the first one to ever do it.
[ Even though now all of this is just further proving that, yes, Rex has an insufferable personality like he said. Still, he’s resisting opening that wound again. ]
[Apologies hold little regard in Rex’s book, especially when they’re delivered mostly for the sake of the one apologizing. Perhaps that makes it all the more ironic that he thought there was even an inkling of the same thing working with Eve when he had screwed up and screwed around so royally, but in his heart, he knew it was over.]
You don’t even get why I was pissed at you in the first place!
[He sits and thinks about how he would feel. If his wretched mother and father were to apologize, for example- What good would it do?
Could he trust that their words were genuine, especially if they knew of the status and accolades he had acquired in spite of them? Would they take credit for sending him on that miserable path and thus starting his journey to heroism in the first place?
No matter what, an apology would change nothing.]
Not really.
You just baked a cake and said you were sorry for your own damn sake!
That’s called being selfish. I’ve done it! I would know.
[ and here people were complaining that Akira has a temper. Damn.
He’s trying to keep his cool, but like always, it’s a challenge. It always has been since Amon fused with him. ]
Okay, well, can you blame me? I don’t know what the fuck your deal is. It’s not like you’re telling me. I’m only being selfish because I don’t understand, other than the fact I know I messed up. How you take my apology is up to you.
[In all fairness, Rex is pretty high up there on the temper tantrum chart... Breathe incorrectly, and it pisses him off for some reason.
With a hefty sigh, he continues, those stiff shoulders of his deflating. It should be noted that it's pretty dark in here, and there's not much in the place other than a few empty glass bottles tossed towards the side. At one point, they were filled with liquor.]
You can't just ask people for pictures of their goddamn bodyparts and insult them in the same breath! It's not cool, okay!
[He hesitates for a moment or two before continuing.]
There's a whole... And I can't believe I of all people am sayin' this, like, etiquette? For that kinda thing?
Look, I know I put myself out there, but you just made me feel like shit.
That's not gonna get you anywhere. Ever! With anybody.
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[His expression indicates that he is anything but laughing.]
You want me to give you a little microphone and a spotlight so you can tell jokes on stage?
[No.
The answer is no. He may have a a shitty personality, but when your best friend stealing your DNA to clone himself a new body is only a mid-tier offense, you’ve got problems.
Rex is also never going to receive an apology for that.]
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[ Even though now all of this is just further proving that, yes, Rex has an insufferable personality like he said. Still, he’s resisting opening that wound again. ]
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[Apologies hold little regard in Rex’s book, especially when they’re delivered mostly for the sake of the one apologizing. Perhaps that makes it all the more ironic that he thought there was even an inkling of the same thing working with Eve when he had screwed up and screwed around so royally, but in his heart, he knew it was over.]
You don’t even get why I was pissed at you in the first place!
[He sits and thinks about how he would feel. If his wretched mother and father were to apologize, for example- What good would it do?
Could he trust that their words were genuine, especially if they knew of the status and accolades he had acquired in spite of them? Would they take credit for sending him on that miserable path and thus starting his journey to heroism in the first place?
No matter what, an apology would change nothing.]
Not really.
You just baked a cake and said you were sorry for your own damn sake!
That’s called being selfish. I’ve done it! I would know.
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He’s trying to keep his cool, but like always, it’s a challenge. It always has been since Amon fused with him. ]
Okay, well, can you blame me? I don’t know what the fuck your deal is. It’s not like you’re telling me. I’m only being selfish because I don’t understand, other than the fact I know I messed up. How you take my apology is up to you.
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With a hefty sigh, he continues, those stiff shoulders of his deflating. It should be noted that it's pretty dark in here, and there's not much in the place other than a few empty glass bottles tossed towards the side. At one point, they were filled with liquor.]
You can't just ask people for pictures of their goddamn bodyparts and insult them in the same breath! It's not cool, okay!
[He hesitates for a moment or two before continuing.]
There's a whole... And I can't believe I of all people am sayin' this, like, etiquette? For that kinda thing?
Look, I know I put myself out there, but you just made me feel like shit.
That's not gonna get you anywhere. Ever! With anybody.