[Rex responds to that face with another face. Oh no. He's gone and fucked up #yetagain.]
Youuuuu don't?
[The young hero's memory is not the most precise, not when it comes to words and unpleasant, non-violent interactions that he'd like to forget. Rex has a habit of twisting stories to suit his own narrative, painting himself as a victim when he was in fact the perpetrator, or a hero when he was simply the victim. Broad arms fold over an equally bulky chest as, like any run-of-the-mill cave person, Rex begins to communicate with a series of grunts and confused noises, the errors of his ways beginning to dawn upon him slowly.]
Mmmm-hm. Uh-huh.
Oh.
[Without the tightly-fitted headgear to cover the noteworthy parts of his face, there is nothing in their immediate vicinity to cover the redness that now colors his cheeks. If Vanadi asks, he will simply blame the steamy spa-water.]
no subject
Youuuuu don't?
[The young hero's memory is not the most precise, not when it comes to words and unpleasant, non-violent interactions that he'd like to forget. Rex has a habit of twisting stories to suit his own narrative, painting himself as a victim when he was in fact the perpetrator, or a hero when he was simply the victim. Broad arms fold over an equally bulky chest as, like any run-of-the-mill cave person, Rex begins to communicate with a series of grunts and confused noises, the errors of his ways beginning to dawn upon him slowly.]
Mmmm-hm. Uh-huh.
Oh.
[Without the tightly-fitted headgear to cover the noteworthy parts of his face, there is nothing in their immediate vicinity to cover the redness that now colors his cheeks. If Vanadi asks, he will simply blame the steamy spa-water.]
Shit.