[Even though his language is harsh, the tone behind his words is nonchalant, much like a snort in response to a joke that wasn't quite funny enough to let out a full chuckle for.
How nice it must be, to be the kind of person fortunate enough to not have had to debase himself to survive, to put food on the table. For Rex, the story was even darker, uglier, and even worse, he can't say that he'd take it all back. He can't say that he'd tell his thirteen year old self to run and never give up his life in service of his "country," because the murder and the trauma and the tragedy were all better than being poor and without an education, doomed to a life of hopping between prison sentences and dead end jobs, never feeling anything other than sadness, frustration, and exhaustion. Rex is pretty much guaranteed to die young, but at least he'll be beautiful, and even then, he'll go out with a bang. It'd be better to have his last moments detailed on the front page of the Chicago Tribune than spent on the cold, wet street, dying with an empty stomach and a broken heart.]
Yeah? You havin' trouble with your-
[Rex whistles in tandem, waving his hand from a position where it is horizontally flat to facing upright. Yes. This is a boner gesture. Thank god he isn't clothed, standing up, and capable of doing many more lewd, mobile things.]
Or is it more of a, like, uh... You're just really bad at running, thing?
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[Even though his language is harsh, the tone behind his words is nonchalant, much like a snort in response to a joke that wasn't quite funny enough to let out a full chuckle for.
How nice it must be, to be the kind of person fortunate enough to not have had to debase himself to survive, to put food on the table. For Rex, the story was even darker, uglier, and even worse, he can't say that he'd take it all back. He can't say that he'd tell his thirteen year old self to run and never give up his life in service of his "country," because the murder and the trauma and the tragedy were all better than being poor and without an education, doomed to a life of hopping between prison sentences and dead end jobs, never feeling anything other than sadness, frustration, and exhaustion. Rex is pretty much guaranteed to die young, but at least he'll be beautiful, and even then, he'll go out with a bang. It'd be better to have his last moments detailed on the front page of the Chicago Tribune than spent on the cold, wet street, dying with an empty stomach and a broken heart.]
Yeah? You havin' trouble with your-
[Rex whistles in tandem, waving his hand from a position where it is horizontally flat to facing upright. Yes. This is a boner gesture. Thank god he isn't clothed, standing up, and capable of doing many more lewd, mobile things.]
Or is it more of a, like, uh... You're just really bad at running, thing?