[At first glance, Rex sees the username and chooses to ignore it, but seeing as he doesn't get many texts on a regular basis, his curiosity peaks at some point and he does see what horrible words Denji managed to type out for himself.
Rex almost wonders if this is a prank... Or the younger boy somehow attempting to smoke dandelions based on a prior form of miscommunication.]
maybe?
the last time i did that i almost jumped off the empire state building
Rex waffles on whether he should leave this guy on read. Nothing good seems to come from their interactions, but it’s not as though the young hero has much of a choice, seeing as his social life in this place is fairly limited.]
oh so you’ve got yourself a whole ass babysitter now?
[An older person, probably more of a stickler. Rex doesn’t register that “Aki” is the guy with the pretty face and annoying personality he had briefly harassed on the network.]
he's not my babysitter. he just cares too much ...
[ this could be a bad idea for many reasons. for starters, what happens when a devil gets high? if denji remembers anything from that infamous night with the vomit kiss, all he had is a little taste of alcohol and he felt lightheaded instantly. but, what about smoking weed?
one way to find out. ]
yeah. i left the door unlocked. just come upstairs.
[Oh, he definitely explained! Rex is just being an asshole.]
k
[The short text is promptly followed by a brisk trek on over to Denji's place, which isn't all that far seeing as neither of them live particularly decorated lives. Rex is still in his Renaissance-faire getup from work, and has managed to shove a few muffins from the Cask and Anvil into a brown bag. When he finally happens upon the devil hunter, he extends the food-carrying arm as a sort of peace offering.]
Hey.
[That's about as perky of a hello as Denji is ever going to get. In a tone that is the closest Rex can get to deadpan, he points at whatever green, planty stuff is visible.]
Can I see that shit for a minute?
I'd just like to make sure we aren't accidentally smoking hemlock, uh-thank you.
[ he was half-expecting rex to completely dismiss his request, so he's pleasantly surprised with the fresh muffins. he's quick to dig his hand in, grabbing one and taking a big bite— hmm, yes. approved.
he nods for the other to come in and do whatever he wants, mouth far too busy to make any other comments for now. everything is set up on the humble dining table, and one might be surprised to find out that denji knew a thing or two. it might have to do with him recycling old cigarettes into new ones, then scamming the homeless who are desperate for a taste. hey, it was easy money.
regardless, he was in the middle of rolling them up nicely— so rex will see the unfinished product. the 'greens' are indeed some fine weed.
he kicks the door shut behind them and he settles down on his seat again, licking his lips clean. ]
I'll be disappointed if I don't feel anything with this ...
[Foods, especially the freshly prepared kind, are often at Rex's disposal due to proximity to them at work. Especially as a child, he had regularly raided things like supermarkets, bakeries, and delis, so grabbing a few goods from his day job is nothing new. Unlike the old days, however, the kitchen staff is a lot more lenient about letting their fellow coworkers go with the spoils of the day. As popular as the spot is, there's often leftovers, and it's better that the fresh ingredients don't go to waste.]
Uuuuh, wouldja say that your-
[Rex blinks a couple of times, coming closer to suspiciously inspect the weed.]
Demon-y... Ness? Affects your, mmmm, ability to soak up toxins?
[let's hope he never gets close enough to Denji to call him "D-Money"-]
Also, has anybody else you know had a go with this particular strain of ganja? Like, how do we know that it won't be Eau De Perrrr-fuckI'mhorny-
[Meaning the perfume that gave... Denji the urges, last time.]
Part two?
This place suuure does love to play it's silly little tricks.
... I don't think so? I had a rotten apple last week and I threw up, so I guess nasty shit will still make me sick.
[ —not the same thing, but denji is a simple man and the hero should be aware of it by now. he is listening to rex's doubts, nodding along in acknowledgment while carrying on with his main interest— rolling up those bad boys. he's not being dismissive, and denji does take a moment to seriously consider the option of this causing him to act that weird again.
he hums, glancing up at the other man. ]
I had those urges ... but I was still in control of myself. It's not like I jumped you or anything. I just had an uncontrollable boner and it was the worst feeling, that's all.
[ it's still not something that is — intimidating for denji, oddly so. so what if it made him horny? it's not like he'd harass anyone on sight. that won't happen for sure.
a pause- ]
Listen, if you don't want to ... it's fine. I won't force you to smoke anything. I just thought you'd want to catch a break.
[Definitely not the same thing. Thankfully, it's not like Rex is planning on macro-dosing poisons to kill this guy any time soon.]
Nuh-no-no. You had a case of unquenchable thirsties, my friend! It's not like you had to endure an entire day of freakin' viagra dick, right? Because if you were just rock hard for six hours, that'd be a fucking medical problem!
[He talks and talks, mostly to fill the space, knowing that Denji is likely to tune out most of it.]
Huh? Oh! No. I'm totes down to get stoned.
It's just...
[Here, Rex blinks once or twice.]
The last time I tried it, some pretty bad shit happened.
[ rex is right about the 'tune out' part— because at this point they both understood the other's dynamic. denji will pay attention when the conversation begs for it, and talking about his hard-on is something he doesn't wish to encourage. ]
Don't worry about my dick, man. If that ever happens again, I promise I won't do anything to you.
[ really. in theory, he would've been more pressing if he had his devil's heart at the time. being a human might be the only reason the incident is nothing more than an awkward memory.
he settles on the couch, leaning back while holding up the neatly prepped blunt, wondering if it will hold out. please with it, he offers one for rex to take. ]
[He's going to snatch that joint away, huffing and puffing as he turns his nose upwards. Rex really should be nicer, seeing as this seems to be a peace-offering of sorts, and yet he bristles at the thought of being open or vulnerable with Denji when he can't count on the other boy to be appropriately sensitive.
It's not like the blond isn't tender-hearted in his own right, Rex has surmised that much. While it may not show through Rex's callous and moody exterior, he remembers what the other boy said about being willing to do "the same" to save the Guardian's life had their roles been reversed, no matter how gruesome or painful the act may be.
The sentiment is nice. But when it hails from someone who clearly doesn't give a damn, does it really mean anything?]
Feelings that weren't good?
[Anxiety, paranoia. Rex's anger is a thin veil for his real, shuddering core, rife with insecurity and fear. Beer makes him feel good, peppy even, like he's partying and having a blast!
About your past? It's true, I don't care. But, I do care about you in this village.
[ he lights it up, bringing it close to his lips and hesitating for a bit— unsure if he should go in for a deep inhale, or take it slow. luckily, he was careful not to overwhelm himself. he does end up muffling a cough before he exhales; using his other hand to wave away the fumes.
he scowls because it's kind of weird, smoking and all, but he doesn't hate it? hmm. ]
You saved my life and until I return the favor, I'll be there for you. It would be nice if you hurry up and 'need me' so I can be free from this.
[ it's a dry joke, trying to set the mood right. he takes in another inhale, this time it was too fast and he couldn't hold back the coughing fit. fucking hell, how does aki smoke 24/7 and not feel like someone is suffocating him?! with a sigh, he glanced at the other, keeping that same tired tone that barely reflects any emotion.
and yet- ]
I'm not scared of death but I really couldn't afford it at the time ... so, I do appreciate your help.
[Rex doesn't know how to respond to that, even with the addition of the half-hearted joke. He's usually so callous, so used to heightened situations of such preposterous levels of intensity, that something like watching a person cough would elicit zero concern from him.
And yet here he is, observing Denji carefully, with no well-thought out words to describe how uncomfortable it is to watch the other boy cough up smoke. An especially hilarious thought, seeing is Rex well-aware that Denji can survive having entrails literally hanging out of his slender body. In some ways, that's why the display is a little off-putting, because Denji is taking yet another difficult stride to make himself feel better, or feel...
Something.]
Is... Whoever it is okay?
[Rex understands that he can't say what he's thinking, especially since it's so bizarre.
"I'm worried about you."
But are they even-]
Your friend?
The one you were trying to protect? I remember you sayin' something about that.
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Rex almost wonders if this is a prank... Or the younger boy somehow attempting to smoke dandelions based on a prior form of miscommunication.]
maybe?
the last time i did that i almost jumped off the empire state building
[It's a long story.]
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even if we jump out of the window, we won't hurt ourselves.
[ rex is the only one who would be into this, he assumes. the rest of the people in his life are too— hmm, pure. ]
come over.
aki is not home.
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Rex waffles on whether he should leave this guy on read. Nothing good seems to come from their interactions, but it’s not as though the young hero has much of a choice, seeing as his social life in this place is fairly limited.]
oh
so you’ve got yourself a whole ass babysitter now?
[An older person, probably more of a stickler. Rex doesn’t register that “Aki” is the guy with the pretty face and annoying personality he had briefly harassed on the network.]
good 4 u ig
are ya still in the same place as before?
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[ this could be a bad idea for many reasons. for starters, what happens when a devil gets high? if denji remembers anything from that infamous night with the vomit kiss, all he had is a little taste of alcohol and he felt lightheaded instantly. but, what about smoking weed?
one way to find out. ]
yeah.
i left the door unlocked. just come upstairs.
oh, and-
bring something to eat.
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uh
k
when u say "somethin to eat"
[Rex has a bad feeling about this.]
d'you mean like... an egg sandwich? or a blood sacrifice
cause u seemed pretty keen on the whole flesh munchin thing the last time i ran into ya
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just normal human food.
text -> action
k
[The short text is promptly followed by a brisk trek on over to Denji's place, which isn't all that far seeing as neither of them live particularly decorated lives. Rex is still in his Renaissance-faire getup from work, and has managed to shove a few muffins from the Cask and Anvil into a brown bag. When he finally happens upon the devil hunter, he extends the food-carrying arm as a sort of peace offering.]
Hey.
[That's about as perky of a hello as Denji is ever going to get. In a tone that is the closest Rex can get to deadpan, he points at whatever green, planty stuff is visible.]
Can I see that shit for a minute?
I'd just like to make sure we aren't accidentally smoking hemlock, uh-thank you.
[He's joking... The idiot.]
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[ he was half-expecting rex to completely dismiss his request, so he's pleasantly surprised with the fresh muffins. he's quick to dig his hand in, grabbing one and taking a big bite— hmm, yes. approved.
he nods for the other to come in and do whatever he wants, mouth far too busy to make any other comments for now. everything is set up on the humble dining table, and one might be surprised to find out that denji knew a thing or two. it might have to do with him recycling old cigarettes into new ones, then scamming the homeless who are desperate for a taste. hey, it was easy money.
regardless, he was in the middle of rolling them up nicely— so rex will see the unfinished product. the 'greens' are indeed some fine weed.
he kicks the door shut behind them and he settles down on his seat again, licking his lips clean. ]
I'll be disappointed if I don't feel anything with this ...
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Uuuuh, wouldja say that your-
[Rex blinks a couple of times, coming closer to suspiciously inspect the weed.]
Demon-y... Ness? Affects your, mmmm, ability to soak up toxins?
[let's hope he never gets close enough to Denji to call him "D-Money"-]
Also, has anybody else you know had a go with this particular strain of ganja? Like, how do we know that it won't be Eau De Perrrr-fuckI'mhorny-
[Meaning the perfume that gave... Denji the urges, last time.]
Part two?
This place suuure does love to play it's silly little tricks.
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[ —not the same thing, but denji is a simple man and the hero should be aware of it by now. he is listening to rex's doubts, nodding along in acknowledgment while carrying on with his main interest— rolling up those bad boys. he's not being dismissive, and denji does take a moment to seriously consider the option of this causing him to act that weird again.
he hums, glancing up at the other man. ]
I had those urges ... but I was still in control of myself. It's not like I jumped you or anything. I just had an uncontrollable boner and it was the worst feeling, that's all.
[ it's still not something that is — intimidating for denji, oddly so. so what if it made him horny? it's not like he'd harass anyone on sight. that won't happen for sure.
a pause- ]
Listen, if you don't want to ... it's fine. I won't force you to smoke anything. I just thought you'd want to catch a break.
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[Definitely not the same thing. Thankfully, it's not like Rex is planning on macro-dosing poisons to kill this guy any time soon.]
Nuh-no-no. You had a case of unquenchable thirsties, my friend! It's not like you had to endure an entire day of freakin' viagra dick, right? Because if you were just rock hard for six hours, that'd be a fucking medical problem!
[He talks and talks, mostly to fill the space, knowing that Denji is likely to tune out most of it.]
Huh? Oh! No. I'm totes down to get stoned.
It's just...
[Here, Rex blinks once or twice.]
The last time I tried it, some pretty bad shit happened.
But to be fair? I also still had superpowers.
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Don't worry about my dick, man. If that ever happens again, I promise I won't do anything to you.
[ really. in theory, he would've been more pressing if he had his devil's heart at the time. being a human might be the only reason the incident is nothing more than an awkward memory.
he settles on the couch, leaning back while holding up the neatly prepped blunt, wondering if it will hold out. please with it, he offers one for rex to take. ]
... What kinda bad shit?
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[He's going to snatch that joint away, huffing and puffing as he turns his nose upwards. Rex really should be nicer, seeing as this seems to be a peace-offering of sorts, and yet he bristles at the thought of being open or vulnerable with Denji when he can't count on the other boy to be appropriately sensitive.
It's not like the blond isn't tender-hearted in his own right, Rex has surmised that much. While it may not show through Rex's callous and moody exterior, he remembers what the other boy said about being willing to do "the same" to save the Guardian's life had their roles been reversed, no matter how gruesome or painful the act may be.
The sentiment is nice. But when it hails from someone who clearly doesn't give a damn, does it really mean anything?]
Feelings that weren't good?
[Anxiety, paranoia. Rex's anger is a thin veil for his real, shuddering core, rife with insecurity and fear. Beer makes him feel good, peppy even, like he's partying and having a blast!
Weed, however...]
It's not like you really care.
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[ he lights it up, bringing it close to his lips and hesitating for a bit— unsure if he should go in for a deep inhale, or take it slow. luckily, he was careful not to overwhelm himself. he does end up muffling a cough before he exhales; using his other hand to wave away the fumes.
he scowls because it's kind of weird, smoking and all, but he doesn't hate it? hmm. ]
You saved my life and until I return the favor, I'll be there for you. It would be nice if you hurry up and 'need me' so I can be free from this.
[ it's a dry joke, trying to set the mood right. he takes in another inhale, this time it was too fast and he couldn't hold back the coughing fit. fucking hell, how does aki smoke 24/7 and not feel like someone is suffocating him?! with a sigh, he glanced at the other, keeping that same tired tone that barely reflects any emotion.
and yet- ]
I'm not scared of death but I really couldn't afford it at the time ... so, I do appreciate your help.
CW: BODY HORROR, GRAPHIC IMAGERY, LACERATIONS
And yet here he is, observing Denji carefully, with no well-thought out words to describe how uncomfortable it is to watch the other boy cough up smoke. An especially hilarious thought, seeing is Rex well-aware that Denji can survive having entrails literally hanging out of his slender body. In some ways, that's why the display is a little off-putting, because Denji is taking yet another difficult stride to make himself feel better, or feel...
Something.]
Is... Whoever it is okay?
[Rex understands that he can't say what he's thinking, especially since it's so bizarre.
"I'm worried about you."
But are they even-]
Your friend?
The one you were trying to protect? I remember you sayin' something about that.