[Tyzias looks like she's having downright war flashbacks at Rex's manbun. Too many blackmailings. Too many legal fees. Brrrrrrrr.
Still, she's legitimately concerned when she spots his arm.] Shit, my guy, you good?
[And then of course Rex immediately treads all over Tyzias's empathy. She rolls her eyes. At least Tyzias recognizes that it's mostly bluster.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You'll punch my head off. Whatever.
I'll admit, it was kind of a shitshow. At least we have something like a plan of action now, though.
[Tyzias is like a deer caught in the headlights when Rex offers some concern of his own.]
Not having any space up in my thinkpan has never stopped me from shoving more stuff in there, and my chromabeater being a yawning black void of despair has never stopped me from getting on with my day anyways.
Same as usual, essentially.
[She may sound droll, but Tyzias is being unfortunately sincere.]
...thanks for asking, for real. What about you, though?
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Still, she's legitimately concerned when she spots his arm.] Shit, my guy, you good?
[And then of course Rex immediately treads all over Tyzias's empathy. She rolls her eyes. At least Tyzias recognizes that it's mostly bluster.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You'll punch my head off. Whatever.
I'll admit, it was kind of a shitshow. At least we have something like a plan of action now, though.
[Tyzias is like a deer caught in the headlights when Rex offers some concern of his own.]
Not having any space up in my thinkpan has never stopped me from shoving more stuff in there, and my chromabeater being a yawning black void of despair has never stopped me from getting on with my day anyways.
Same as usual, essentially.
[She may sound droll, but Tyzias is being unfortunately sincere.]
...thanks for asking, for real. What about you, though?