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[tsygan]

you know who it is. tell me what you want and fuck off.

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[tsygan]

( he'll always laugh for you, rex, if that's what it takes to get you out of your own head. that's never good for anybody.

( 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.

[himbomb]

[It's hard to chat with his other fellow captives in this manner, as even the ones he likes aren't too familiar with Rex's (shitty) brand of wordplay, so it's no surprise the Cain was able to climb the ranks in Rex's heart quickly.

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.

[tsygan]

( he can't say that he's ever been accused of crawling his way into anyone's heart before, regardless of how easy this seems to have been for both of them to fall into, but it stands to reason that they're kind of two peas in a pod at this point, and there was bound to be some measure of closeness sooner or later.

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

[himbomb]

[Rex is heart is far less closed-off than one would think. In fact, he's almost always actively trying to shut it off.]

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

[tsygan]

( and here he is trying to figure out just how his own heart works. what it really wants, instead of what his brain wants to make everything else shut the fuck up.

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. )

[himbomb]

[He snorts loudly, about to chime in and interject rudely as usual. Rex fully intends to go unnecessarily ham about that "Nerds having it hard and getting even harder" bit, and yet he doesn't.

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.