[Rex's first instinct when it comes to dead bodies, whether this is a fictional dangerous situation or not, is to scour the perimeter for suspicious persons. He hates the outfit they've put him in- A frightfully outdated checkered button up, dress shoes, and slacks? Ugh! And this thing has pocket protector... Well, at least he can pull the glasses from his pants, put them on, and pretend to be smart for all of three seconds.
Or use that shit for a sight gag.]
Well, hello nurse.
[He pulls the square frames on and off his face to simulate the cartoony eye boy-yoi-yoing motion... You know the one.]
You look cute today.
[His words towards her may be described as callous or even bombastic, but Rex's fondness for Toko is now very blatantly on display over his head. The 70 percent (look, a passing grade) quickly jumps to a 75, and he leans over her library desk to put a direct visual blockade between herself and he body.]
'Kay, so. Good news is? It seems like this is all a simulation or whatever so I'm pretty sure we can assume that's not a real dead guy. I'm workin' at the coroner's office. Actually, I think I am the coroner. Weird, huh?
[He takes a peek at the NPC investigators, winking. Murder and crime-solving is actually not at all a bad gig for him. While some would assume that the link between his competence in this regard stems from the superhero life, it's Rex's dark past that's given him a cutting edge. He successfully killed an array of decorated military heroes, foreign dignitaries, and high-ranking government officials all before he got his first pubic hair... And without getting caught.]
Can you believe this loser-town outfit they've got me struttin' around in? I know I could look hotter than hell in an old sack of potatoes, but this is just rude! I think somebody's got it out for me.
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Or use that shit for a sight gag.]
Well, hello nurse.
[He pulls the square frames on and off his face to simulate the cartoony eye boy-yoi-yoing motion... You know the one.]
You look cute today.
[His words towards her may be described as callous or even bombastic, but Rex's fondness for Toko is now very blatantly on display over his head. The 70 percent (look, a passing grade) quickly jumps to a 75, and he leans over her library desk to put a direct visual blockade between herself and he body.]
'Kay, so. Good news is? It seems like this is all a simulation or whatever so I'm pretty sure we can assume that's not a real dead guy. I'm workin' at the coroner's office. Actually, I think I am the coroner. Weird, huh?
[He takes a peek at the NPC investigators, winking. Murder and crime-solving is actually not at all a bad gig for him. While some would assume that the link between his competence in this regard stems from the superhero life, it's Rex's dark past that's given him a cutting edge. He successfully killed an array of decorated military heroes, foreign dignitaries, and high-ranking government officials all before he got his first pubic hair... And without getting caught.]
Can you believe this loser-town outfit they've got me struttin' around in? I know I could look hotter than hell in an old sack of potatoes, but this is just rude! I think somebody's got it out for me.
You doin' okay?