CALL ME OUT

[bootyhunter]

CALL ME OUT:

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Currently writing Dandy (Space Dandy) / Rex Splode (Invincible) / and Simon Laurent (Infinity Train)

bootyhunter / himbomb / incelligent



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*Note: Sakamoto Tatsuma (Gintama) kaihentai and Asher Millstone (How to Get Away With Murder) moneyballer available on request



Also voicetesting Mike Wazowski (Monsters Inc) googlybear / Eddy (Ed, Edd, n' Eddy) edboy / Reagan Ridley (Inside Job) madcryentist / Abdul Ali (Squid Game) aitbaar / Portia Davenport (Search Party) portialain / Elliot Goss (Search Party) confabulous / Fleabag (Fleabag) feminitwit / Johnny Bravo (Johny Bravo) pretteh / and Joel Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet) screechy

Comments

[himbomb]

[Rex hadn't paid the scars much mind upon first observation, having mostly taken stock of what looked to be a stringy physique attached to a generic isekai protagonist's forgettable face, which shows just how much the explosive hothead cares about qualities like substance or character.

Combat is more than Rex's bread and butter, as both are indulgent, high calorie foods that can be set aside with enough willingness and determination. Every day he can still fight is yet another he can stay alive, what with little to offer in terms of expertise otherwise, and so when he hones in on the so-called battle scars, he makes note of a few things. One- This kid, even if he has other superpowers, either lacks a healing factor or has acquired it recently. The marks seem to resemble bites, probably from something like a dog or another animal of a similar size, leading Rex to believe that they're from a squabble with a pet.]

Most vulnerable?

[He calls out in disbelief, silently making the assumption that the other teen would be easy to best in a fight if the occasion called for it.]

Pfft. It's not like you're droppin' trow or anything.

Shut the fuck up!

[victorypose]

[Dropping trow? Subaru's thrown off by the phrasing, and - finally, for once - understands what it must be like for the residents of Lugunica to talk to him. His profound moment of empathy is tragically cut short when the good-looking (but clearly bad-natured) stranger shouts expletives in his direction.]

Hey, you're the one that started it!

[With the look-over he's already given this guy, Subaru's sure he doesn't want to fight him. Not without return by death in his arsenal, at least, and not over this. The smart thing would be to de-escalate, but Subaru's mouth proceeds to move faster than his brain.]

Aren't saunas supposed to be relaxing? Where's all this aggro energy coming from? [And then, more to himself than anything else:] I swear, guys who know they look good have the worst personalities.

[himbomb]

[That does earn Subaru a crack of a wry smile, if only because it indirectly strokes Rex's seemingly massive ego.

In truth, Rex's looks are all he really has going for him right now, and in haat department his days are certainly numbered.]

Awwwwh!

[He blurts out mockingly, cooing in the most irritatingly insincere tone he can muster, then moving to open his arms and lean backwards so he can showcase the pectoral muscles he's worked so hard to maintain.]

Thanks for the compliment, Shitstain!

I can't say the same for you, but maybe when puberty finally hits, it'll be a real game changer.

[victorypose]

[God, what was with this guy? Talk about being a jerk...he's like, the jerk amongst jerks. He owes some people an apology for thinking they were the tip of the iceberg.]

I'll have you know I hit puberty at a totally reasonable age!

[Ugh, he is not looking at the muscle display going on here.]

You're the one with unrealistic standards here! [UGH.] What does it matter anyway?!

[himbomb]

[Rex's face falls, his nose curling as though he's suddenly inhaled a whiff of something fowl.

In so many ways, this is the kind of interaction he's been seeking and never really acquired, having the odds stacked against him in every capacity. Outside of work, he hasn't had a single interaction with a regular human since he was one six or seven years ago and every new introduction has simply hammered home how deeply outmatched Rex is in the realm of superhero-dom.

Somehow, he thought a "victory" like this would feel better.

It doesn't.]

It matters 'cause-

[He growls, doing his best to suppress a slew of worrying thoughts.

The only thing he had going for him is irrelevant now.]

This is my first day off in years and I wanna be havin' a good time!

[A pair of all too broad arms fold over his chest.]

What the hell happened to you?

[He means the scars, gesturing to his own body as if to make a point.]