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you know who it is. tell me what you want and fuck off.
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you know who it is. tell me what you want and fuck off.
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cw: violent imagery, explosions
Because it's easier than considering the very real consequences.]
I mean, in combat? It can be useful, and who am I kidding, it totally is! But it's also pretty fucking gross- I've cleaned off the remains of just about every vital organ offa me at some point. Heart, liver, spleen...
No dicks, though! They're mostly blood and soft tissue, so get they blown up pretty damn quickly.
[Rex watches Cain's mouth move, cursing himself for so reflexively focusing on the older man's lips, noting how there's something different about that word is spoken. For one, it seems to be delivered more quickly and naturally than the English, and the intonation isn't quite right for Millie. Having visited a number of countries as a child mercenary, he's unable to understand the vast number of foreign languages, but can at least decipher a few. Japanese, Mandarin, and Korean all sound totally different, French and German sound nothing like each other-]
Is that Russian for "dickhead?"
[He sounds more mildly amused than angry.
Which is a rare sight, especially considering Rex's typically corrosive brand of disagreeability.]
I could use that one.
It's a lot shorter! More convenient.
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not that he would use that phrasing in particular, but the fact still stands. blood, gore, general carnage … it's why he'd been so gung-ho about joining the program. to annihilate 'teron ass. and narration would like to point out that he's probably never going to see his fill of battle as long as things are still operating smoothly.
( ooh, foreshadowing much? you're still in chapter three, bucko, slow your roll. )
he snorts. ) Just had to throw out there 'no dicks', huh? ( that's just really amusing to him. for reasons beyond his own comprehension. ) I mean I guess if you're in the superhero business there's no tellin' what your villains are gonna be like … ( bro if you ever met battle beast face to face you would shit yourself. we all know it. ) Not surprisin' if you end up havin' to clean some rando off of you at some point or another. ( classy, sir.
he perks up a bit at rex asking if it's russian — never mind that he is not, in fact, correct in his guess — but he's just. generally pleased when someone can pick up on what language it even is. toji has an ear for languages … or maybe just the harshness of his preferred one. he kind of hates that he has to speak english more than he doesn't … but then that just means he wants to be understood, doesn't it?
or everybody could just learn russian. whatever. )
Nice guess, but nope.
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They were probably innocent people.]
No it's not dickhead?
[Silently, Rex counts his blessings. If he ever had to come face to face with one of those penis headed monsters from Persona, he wouldn't shit himself, but he would be saying "Fuck" even more often than he usually does.]
Or Russian.
'Cause I'm preeeetty sure it's Russian! I've-
[Killed a lot of highly ranked foreign dignitaries in Moscow-]
Been there... Sometimes.
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yeah, no.
he huffs out a laugh. ) No, it's not 'dickhead'. It's a little more … ( he waves a dismissive hand. ) Nice than that. ( and that's all he's saying about it.
his head tips to the side when rex mentions he's been to russia, and his expression turns infinitely curious. ) You've been there? ( he might be of russian descent, but he grew up on mars, rex. this is incredibly interesting to him. )
What's it like?
CW: INVINCIBLE STYLE BRUTALITY
Even though he doesn't say anything about it, he's curious.
Maybe it's an insult that's slightly less of a drag.]
Aaaah...
[Rex blinks once or twice, the contents of his mind whirring like an old projector, flickering from still image to still image. Most of his childhood has been willfully forgotten, and this particular memory is no exception.
Of course, there's the typical setup for this at play. Foreign consulate, a dinner conversation that goes from casual to frenzied in the blink of an eye, and of course, your standard Rexplosion, complete with all the blood-curdling details.
Much of it is still a blur, but he does recall one thing in an uncannily vivid manner- Red on the backdrop of freshly powdered snow. Steam had risen from it.]
Fucking freezing!
And I'm from Chicago. Fuck whatever the rest of America says they're dealin' with- In the Midwest? We've got real winters.
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maybe when you're both drunk and fighting off jim henson nightmare roaches.he's got no real idea of what's going on inside rex's head when he asks what's it like, but the look on his face implies that he's cycling through memories or maybe just bits of them in order to answer his question properly. not that he's obligated to, he could say literally anything and cain would believe him because he's never been to earth himself, much less read much about it. not much of a words guy, this one.
but he has to laugh a little bit at what he gets out of him at first, because it sounds about as honest as he could give, and he appreciates it. )
Cold, huh … I'd probably like it, then. The colonies were cold. ( but honey that's just because you were on mars … haven't you figured that out yet. ) S'just what I'm used to. Never heard of Chicago, but that probably doesn't mean anything. I don't know a whole lot about Earth.
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They should really get to exchanging blows, as the practice would be good for the two of them, but Rex can’t help but stall. No matter how they look at it, this is most definitely a date, and the new Guardian will take any tiny crumbs of affection he can get.]
Suit your goddamn self! I’d take a holiday in the Bahamas over a one-way trip to Moscow any day.
[Perhaps it’s no surprise that Rex prefers warmer temperatures, especially considering the fact that he had spent every winter of his childhood wondering whether he’d freeze to death. Being resistant to things like fire and the kind of heat that would burn raw metal, he may enjoy the kind of weather that would make any normal human being die of heat exhaustion, although the desert isn’t necessarily his speed, either.]
Holy shit!
So you’ve never been to Earth? But, like… Technically…
Isn’t that where you’re from?
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( says the one that never wants to be in his own head for longer than he needs to be. also that's supremely gay, cain. carry on. )
but yeah. uh. they should definitely get to some combat! some. training. something other than exchanging the sort of banter that makes them sound like lifelong friends than newly-affirmed … er. friends. something. whatever the fuck they are.
but that doesn't keep him from asking: ) The Bahamas … it's warm there, right? I think I read about that shit before. Warm and really sunny? Bright skies? ( why does he sound like a child learning about something incredible that he hadn't realized he wanted to know about before?
maybe because he is, but shut the fuck up, he ain't about to admit it.
that question comes and he gives a slow shrug of both shoulders, a lazy roll accompanied by the tip of his head from one side to the other, and the subtle crick! of popping cartilage. )
M'human so yeah, technically, that's where I'm from. But growin' up on New Volga doesn't leave a whole lotta room for travel opportunities.
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Rex folds his arms over his chest, quirking one eyebrow upwards as he watches Cain flex, grinning cockily.]
Oh yeah! It's warm, sunny, and tropical.
[The sound that follows is one I can only describe as a Mantzoukas-y purr, something like a mix between a rolled "r" and a growl?! is this making any sense at all...]
Which also means that everybody's a lot more nay-ked than they are other places, especially at the beach.
[Here, he waggles his eyebrows... Can we really say "suggestively" if we all know exactly what he is suggesting-]
Which means bikinis and speedos galore, dude!
Leaves a lot less to the imagination than spacesuits, that's for sure. Although... I'm pretty sure the face shields and the anti-gravity clown-shoes really do it for some people.
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in whatever form that ends up coming in.
( and yeah, the sound makes sense, maybe only because we both know exactly what that would sound like … but that's all that matters, right? right.
nevertheless, the sound of it alone is enough to pique cain's interest, but then … he's always liked how raspy the other's voice is. )
he lets him talk, lets him ramble because he's good at it — and yeah, we mentioned that he likes the sound of his voice — and only after that last little bit does he finally speak up for himself again, humming out a contemplative note that's a little bit rougher around the edges than it really needs to be, but. maybe he's being a bit suggestive himself, just for the sake of it.
to see if rex picks up on it. ) We had the face shields, but only when we were in an open conflict. ( pause. ) Fighter suits don't exactly leave much to the imagination, but I think they did that shit on purpose.
CW: NSFW that if u squint can also be interpreted as body horror
You mean the boneheads who designed those things?
[Rex blinks a couple of times, his mind registering that something about Cain's voice sounds different than it usually does. Alas, he doesn't quite pick up on the sexual undertone, but is it really an undertone if Cain is sexual most of the time anyway?]
Oh, yeah! I bet those guys are soooo horny. I mean, day in and day out, they're all cooped up doin' math and shit! In a lab. I'm sure at least one of 'em's thought about stickin' their dick in a test tube.
[Have you?????]
Do you go out there a lot?
Like, just... Hangin' out on the surface? Or are you mostly-
[Restricted. Well-kept.
Trapped.]
...Indoors?
rex y u gotta worry about what OTHER DUDES stick their dicks in .... lord
it also stands to reason that it would do him some good to be taken out of his own head every once in a while, but that isn't the point he's trying to make to himself here. so. fuck it, moving on —
his face does a funny thing when rex mentions the ones that must have designed both the fighter and navigator gear — something between a genuine smile and a curve of his mouth that essentially says lol what the fuck, dude — and he's shaking his head a little with a laugh. )
Shit, they probably have. Never thought about it that way— must be pretty fuckin' hard to be a nerd sometimes.
( no pun or innuendo intended, but of course we expect rex to take it that far. we might be surprised if he doesn't, honestly.
he thinks about how it's felt for him since he left the colonies, where he might have had free reign to wander around on the surface, but most of that had been finding ways to occupy himself and maybe have a little fun in the meantime. aboard the ships …
there is no denying the air had been a different kind of cold, filtered, too clean, but he hasn't really thought about it since he gets three square meals a day, can pick a fight when he can and shoot at alien motherfuckers as much as he's able.
and pretty much get laid any time he wanted. )
Feels pretty cooped up on the ships sometimes, I can't lie. But it's a small price to pay for bein' able to shoot shit and not get in trouble … n'get laid whenever I want.
( you just had to throw that in out loud, didn't you? tch. )
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He's often wondered about the specifics of Cain's living arrangements, certainly more than he'd like to let on. It's something that Rex does when he takes an interest in someone, after all, old habits die hard, and his initial approach to winning someone's attention is very similar to following a mark. He does his research, and over time, slowly gets closer and closer.
Rex's eyes widen at the mention of getting laid a lot. He doesn't wish to delve into why that makes him feel the way he does, and chocks it up to simple jealousy over the ability for Cain to wantonly be a horndog.]
Tch.
Was the alien shooty-slaughter brigade all guys?
[It's just a hunch.
In their time together, which strangely, has been fairly frequent... Cain has yet to mention a single woman once. At least, when speaking of his home station.]
Oh-ho-ho, man.
Those showers must've been fucking disgusting. That's two times as much jizz and pubic hair per individual drain! Yeesh.