[Rex would not protest the company. He's hardly ever been in the company of other boys his own age, and for eighteen years, the only other close male friend he's ever had was Robot. Every other person, save for the kind ex-girlfriend he'd broken the heart of recently, had wanted to use him for his strength or his body- Even most of his fellow teammates, the only people he'd dare to call family.]

It's a dogfight to get to the top. You gotta earn your place, and all that jazz.

[Green, mischievous eyes meet Dmitri's cold blue ones, scared of nothing. He cracks one of his knuckles loudly, never breaking eye contact.

Awwwh! Mr. Noodle-Bangs is serious about this, that's so adorable. Rex's "health" (read: hoe) bar goes up.]

When it's your job to keep the planet safe, every crazy psycho loser who wants it gone wants you gone, too.

Hold up, I'm still, tch-

[The noise he makes with his mouth is harsh, mocking.]

Rackin' my brain over here, but uh, what about you? You jumped right into the line of fire without even givin' me so much as a name. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were just tryin' to chat me up because you thought I had a pretty face.

[In all fairness, that's not uncommon for him. Try being so popular with women that your best friend literally steals your DNA, likeness, and kid body to impress a girl... that feel when comic book plotlines are worse than the ones on wattpad]

So? What'd you like to go by? Since this shit's mostly pretend, you can pick whatever name you want! I don't care.