You do know there's duh-zens of categories left between uggo and smokin', right? It's not just one or the other! For example? There's also "Girl I'd Screw on a Bad Day (*But Not a Good One)," etcetera, etcetera. And, who can forget, "Are Those Bedroom Eyes, or Does He Just Need Glasses?" The possibilities are endless!
[This exchange does feel familiar in an unassuming way. Rex is still reeling from having a good chunk of his memories return all at once, disconnected and with a few pieces missing, but this is nothing like the existential dread that filled him in every waking moment of that false, Danacan lifestyle. Nice as it had been to coast on without the fate of the world pressing down on one shoulder and his traumatic childhood weighing on the other, Rex finds that he dislikes being purposeless more than any of that. Disgusting as he may be, he really does get a lot out of helping people with that stupid, overly muscular body of his.]
And, um, also no! But on some weird, wanton nights? I've definitely thought about it. Don't ask.
[Eve, being the first person to show him sincere kindness and understanding, had awoken a lot of strange desires in him that weren't just sexual.]
So, it's not! Not my blood. It's all from a huge accident. Big mistake!
Whoever runs this place let me keep my powers, but didn't think to make me aware of 'em for a hot minute and a half! And, y'know, when your emotions are tied to chargin' things that can blow the fuck up and rip right through people's insides, you'd think that'd be kind of important!
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You do know there's duh-zens of categories left between uggo and smokin', right? It's not just one or the other! For example? There's also "Girl I'd Screw on a Bad Day (*But Not a Good One)," etcetera, etcetera. And, who can forget, "Are Those Bedroom Eyes, or Does He Just Need Glasses?" The possibilities are endless!
[This exchange does feel familiar in an unassuming way. Rex is still reeling from having a good chunk of his memories return all at once, disconnected and with a few pieces missing, but this is nothing like the existential dread that filled him in every waking moment of that false, Danacan lifestyle. Nice as it had been to coast on without the fate of the world pressing down on one shoulder and his traumatic childhood weighing on the other, Rex finds that he dislikes being purposeless more than any of that. Disgusting as he may be, he really does get a lot out of helping people with that stupid, overly muscular body of his.]
And, um, also no! But on some weird, wanton nights? I've definitely thought about it. Don't ask.
[Eve, being the first person to show him sincere kindness and understanding, had awoken a lot of strange desires in him that weren't just sexual.]
So, it's not! Not my blood. It's all from a huge accident. Big mistake!
Whoever runs this place let me keep my powers, but didn't think to make me aware of 'em for a hot minute and a half! And, y'know, when your emotions are tied to chargin' things that can blow the fuck up and rip right through people's insides, you'd think that'd be kind of important!