Hah! Close. I actually do know that guy- But his whole damn body melts when he heats up! Can you say, "Ew," five times fast?
[Toko, surprisingly, has done a lot for herself by simply believing what he tells her. She doesn't ask questions, nor does she scowl or curse, asking, "You?" even if she may be thinking it.]
Rex Splode. I can turn just about anything into a ticking time bomb. Well! Anything that isn't alive. No people, plants, or animals. 'S not my only.superpower, but it is my main schtick! Blowin' shit up is my in-dividual bag.
[His most unique ability. In his own universe, at least.]
And, whoa-hoa-hoa, hey! You were the one who started the gallows humor bit! I just thought I'd play along. But you know what? I hear ya. If anybody around here gets what it's like to have seen just about enough bloodshed for one day? It's me.
[When she mentions that she had been sicker alone before, Rex softens considerably. He was right to assume that they had some similarities, and in a odd way, they really do.
"I won't die so easily."
Neither does he. Rex understands that it means she's lived through nightmares, although he's not sure yet what kind. He listens to her demands- They all sound reasonable. In fact, she's the only moron he hasn't crossed paths with so far. People here are so damn trusting it's disgusting. Idiots.]
I'd still feel more comfortable if you had a buddy, but how 'bout we settle for this- What you want? Sounds pretty damn fair.
But if you do need help, you call me or my friend, okay? I can vouch for him and show you who he is on the phone thingy-majig. He's an idiot, but he can fly, so. In the case of a real emergency, he'd probably get here faster. I may not be able to fly, but, yo! I'm pretty fuckin' fast too. Also a lot less of a klutz.
'Ey- You said you're not a bitch. Okay! I can respect that. So what are ya? Meaning... What should I call you?
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[Toko, surprisingly, has done a lot for herself by simply believing what he tells her. She doesn't ask questions, nor does she scowl or curse, asking, "You?" even if she may be thinking it.]
Rex Splode. I can turn just about anything into a ticking time bomb. Well! Anything that isn't alive. No people, plants, or animals. 'S not my only.superpower, but it is my main schtick! Blowin' shit up is my in-dividual bag.
[His most unique ability. In his own universe, at least.]
And, whoa-hoa-hoa, hey! You were the one who started the gallows humor bit! I just thought I'd play along. But you know what? I hear ya. If anybody around here gets what it's like to have seen just about enough bloodshed for one day? It's me.
[When she mentions that she had been sicker alone before, Rex softens considerably. He was right to assume that they had some similarities, and in a odd way, they really do.
"I won't die so easily."
Neither does he. Rex understands that it means she's lived through nightmares, although he's not sure yet what kind. He listens to her demands- They all sound reasonable. In fact, she's the only moron he hasn't crossed paths with so far. People here are so damn trusting it's disgusting. Idiots.]
I'd still feel more comfortable if you had a buddy, but how 'bout we settle for this- What you want? Sounds pretty damn fair.
But if you do need help, you call me or my friend, okay? I can vouch for him and show you who he is on the phone thingy-majig. He's an idiot, but he can fly, so. In the case of a real emergency, he'd probably get here faster. I may not be able to fly, but, yo! I'm pretty fuckin' fast too. Also a lot less of a klutz.
'Ey- You said you're not a bitch. Okay! I can respect that. So what are ya? Meaning... What should I call you?