[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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[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.