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

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[himbomb]

[Rex would like to forget that everyone thirsted after Majima and mostly chastised him for letting his body get incredibly banged up in the same breath, it is a humiliating event he greatly hopes to wipe from his recent memory, please and thank you-]

Oh. So is that all you're after?

[The thing is, he knows he shouldn't do what he's about to.

Any relationships in this place are a recipe for tragedy, whether it be the heartbreak of losing someone to a grisly murder, or perhaps being betrayed by someone you thought was close to you. Even in the instance that they are to make it out alive, if they return home they will inevitably part ways, and if they are forced to stake out their last days on this stupid space station in feeble hopes of finding another place to stay...

It's all bad.

But Rex wants, so badly, to feel alive again before he dies, which he's certain is going to happen sooner rather than later. So, he stands.]

Strength? I betcha I'm stronger than your dead boyfriend.

[What an awful thing to say... If she attacks him, so be it. Holding her off will at least give Rex an excuse to touch her.]

Even without my powers.

[misspitbull]

[Instead of making her mad, it stirs something in her, and makes her laugh instead. She peers up at him as he gets up, but doesn’t move.]

Than George? Yeah, you’d win that bet easily. [Poor George. It’s true, though. He wasn’t unathletic, but he was in the Newspaper Club. That should have said it all.]

He wasn’t setting any records. Still hot. Just. Not strong.

[himbomb]

So then, wh-

[Why?

He halts himself mid-sentence. Rex is sure that she's said it and he didn't catch the specifics, something about how Parker and her now-dead ex were a perfect set, raised in privilege and together long enough so that they knew each other best.

But what Rex really feels the need, the incessant urge to inquire, is why a woman would like him. Sure, he's got superpowers, and thus he's snagged a cool and seemingly glamorous job, and he's handsome, but that is all Rex Splode, everything you'd see in the papers. Truth be told, his powers were a gift so that he could become a tool, and before that, he had nothing. Not riches nor smarts i the conventional sense, but what Rex fails to acknowledge in himself is that through sheer willpower and a considerable amount of dumb luck, he survived. In a way, he earned the gift, and then some.

Most kids his age wouldn't have stood a chance. Most adults, in all honesty.

What of Rex Sloan? What about him could be attractive to anyone but Samantha Eve Wilkins, who shared a similar uncanny origin and troubled childhood, other than the all that glitters on the outside? There's a reason the colors on his suit and even his voice are so damn loud- He needs to distract from what lies beneath.

If his mother and father couldn't even love him, a child they themselves created from their very DNA, how could anybody else?

Parker probably doesn't have an answer.]

You wanna get outta here?

[Rex isn't sure to where. His room's probably too crowded, as three's far too much company. Especially when he always feels so left out.]

[misspitbull]

[In Parker’s defense, there was a point when George had seemed strong—- but that was like. Middle school. Whatever. It doesn’t matter. She watches the question fall from his lips before she finishes—- and for once, she doesn’t push it. Instead, she holds her hand up for him to help her up off the ground.]

Ugh. Yes, please.

Are you going to be able to handle yourself while I wash the chlorine out of my hair, or am I going to have to lock you in the hall?