[Rex lets out a groan at that, hissing when his jokes don't land. It is by some god-forsaken JRPG miracle that Dmitri doesn't understand a word... His mouth twists into a miserably exaggerated pout while the fair-haired teenager continues to talk. Blad-did. Holy House of FairGoose...]
Hold on! Wait just a goddamn minute here. You're a prince?
[The words are uttered with an air of incredulousness, but surprisingly, it is not because Rex doesn't believe him. This guy is way too straightforward to be lying, giving off the impression that what you see is what you get. If his royal status wasn't real, he wouldn't have waited to share it. In fact, he would have yelled it from the mountaintops.
What contributed to Rex's shock was Dmitri's humility. There was also a very clear, noble line he dropped just seconds prior- In his home, he is a prince. Here, he is just an ordinary person. Every single rich bitch Rex has ever met has been a total and complete asshole, corrupted by the power their wealth has given them. Anyone wielding that much authority is above the law, feeding the people who are supposed to keep most of the population "safe" with bribes and doing whatever the hell they want. Buying more cars and mansions as children starve and die in the street.
Rex was one of those children. He knows this all too well.]
Huh.
You're pretty nice. Y'know! For a war criminal.
[He may not have gone to highschool, but he's well aware of what European imperialism has done for people with his skin tone or darker. His entire childhood was tainted by it. With a casual air, he boops Dmitri's shoulder with his own.]
You too. Oh, fuck. I've probably gotta spell it out for ya, since you seem kinda dense...
What I mean to say is... I've got your back, too. Seriously. It's pretty much a miracle that I am not dead right now, soooo! I know what I'm doing. 'Least when it comes to beating the good ol' Grim Reaper to the motherfucking punch.
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[Rex lets out a groan at that, hissing when his jokes don't land. It is by some god-forsaken JRPG miracle that Dmitri doesn't understand a word... His mouth twists into a miserably exaggerated pout while the fair-haired teenager continues to talk. Blad-did. Holy House of FairGoose...]
Hold on! Wait just a goddamn minute here. You're a prince?
[The words are uttered with an air of incredulousness, but surprisingly, it is not because Rex doesn't believe him. This guy is way too straightforward to be lying, giving off the impression that what you see is what you get. If his royal status wasn't real, he wouldn't have waited to share it. In fact, he would have yelled it from the mountaintops.
What contributed to Rex's shock was Dmitri's humility. There was also a very clear, noble line he dropped just seconds prior- In his home, he is a prince. Here, he is just an ordinary person. Every single rich bitch Rex has ever met has been a total and complete asshole, corrupted by the power their wealth has given them. Anyone wielding that much authority is above the law, feeding the people who are supposed to keep most of the population "safe" with bribes and doing whatever the hell they want. Buying more cars and mansions as children starve and die in the street.
Rex was one of those children. He knows this all too well.]
Huh.
You're pretty nice. Y'know! For a war criminal.
[He may not have gone to highschool, but he's well aware of what European imperialism has done for people with his skin tone or darker. His entire childhood was tainted by it. With a casual air, he boops Dmitri's shoulder with his own.]
You too. Oh, fuck. I've probably gotta spell it out for ya, since you seem kinda dense...
What I mean to say is... I've got your back, too. Seriously. It's pretty much a miracle that I am not dead right now, soooo! I know what I'm doing. 'Least when it comes to beating the good ol' Grim Reaper to the motherfucking punch.