I mean, think about it. If he were here, wouldn't the first person he'd try to find be... Well, y-o-
[Rex points at Mark with a gloved index finger, his hand miming the shape of a gun.]
U? Ugh! I am so not sure how I feel about everything that's been listed on this stupid profile. And, double ugh?How the fuck do they know how much I weigh? That is personal information! I don't like it! But you know what? I'm gonna get to the bottom of this.
[He's not comfortable being traced, and good at deleting his digital footprint. This is a different dimension, though.
Which means he'll have to start learning, and god! That just sounds like too much work...]
But, first thing's first and most importantly? It's bottoms up, baby!
[Rex's hand hovers over a piece of firewood that lies in the center of the pile, sticking up conveniently. For a few seconds, he ceases speaking altogether, concentrating as his hand glows and sparks fly. By combusting that one, singular piece, the entire array of wood catches fire and Rex quickly draws back, observing the flames.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll text you every day around sunset. If the sun ever sets in this hellhole! Just don't expect me to kiss you goodnight. I'm not your mom! Mustaches freak me the fuck out!
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[Rex's brow furrows as he eyes the device.]
I mean, think about it. If he were here, wouldn't the first person he'd try to find be... Well, y-o-
[Rex points at Mark with a gloved index finger, his hand miming the shape of a gun.]
U? Ugh! I am so not sure how I feel about everything that's been listed on this stupid profile. And, double ugh? How the fuck do they know how much I weigh? That is personal information! I don't like it! But you know what? I'm gonna get to the bottom of this.
[He's not comfortable being traced, and good at deleting his digital footprint. This is a different dimension, though.
Which means he'll have to start learning, and god! That just sounds like too much work...]
But, first thing's first and most importantly? It's bottoms up, baby!
[Rex's hand hovers over a piece of firewood that lies in the center of the pile, sticking up conveniently. For a few seconds, he ceases speaking altogether, concentrating as his hand glows and sparks fly. By combusting that one, singular piece, the entire array of wood catches fire and Rex quickly draws back, observing the flames.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll text you every day around sunset. If the sun ever sets in this hellhole! Just don't expect me to kiss you goodnight. I'm not your mom! Mustaches freak me the fuck out!