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[tsygan]

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

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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.