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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[notthatdarkmage]

[ Libra kind of wants to laugh when Rex all but makes that comment about his brain, because really. It is extremely childish and yet...it is so him all the same.

But!

He does let the darker-haired male touch him just so, especially since it is just around his wrist. To allow him to do what he feels what he needs to do to find the affirmation that this too is real. Though once he's done with that, he will instantly take off the cloak he's wearing because, hm.

Can't let his beloved one and only walk off full frontal, you know? ]

Dear Naga...that is the first thing you think to ask me?

Then again, it is so you.

[ He will toss the cloak right at him. ]

To answer your question properly...I don't see why I would not be. Please also clothe yourself properly while you are in a house of the goddess and the heavenly father.

snags wifi during my 9 hour exam to send this

[himbomb]

[Rex catches Libra's cloak at a speed of a frightening intensity, a small taste of his supernatural abilities operating in full force. His movements at the space station were far from slow, clearly skilled and well-coordinated, but now they're on a different level entirely.

Without saying anything at first, the former black ops agent makes himself comfortable in Libra's clothes, for once not making an attempt to show off his body. He's had to assess many an awful situation in record time, especially in the past few months, and the weight of it all hits him like that of a falling skyscraper.

Not unlike the lavender scent that enters his nostrils, presumably from Libra's cloak itself.

He remembers this smell. It used to make him feel comfortable.]

Sorry.

[He resists the instinctual temptation to explain himself, to let Libra know that his very existence should have been snuffed out entirely. That the idiotic prattle he had just uttered was him making sense of the situation.

There is almost no way he'd luck out this hard. To end up in the care of a man he's pined after since they parted? Rex is still half-convinced that this is a dream, and that the all-powerful shmuck running the soul monopoly is constructing a cleverly crafted ruse to lure Rex Splode's stubborn spirit into the afterlife once and for all.

But he knows better. Time and time again, Rex has seen people rise from the dead, both in his homeworld and back in Jack's prison. Even death has become impermanent.]

That's Code Rex for, "Are you still single?"

It's been a while. Three goin' on four years for me, but. I know that time travels faster in some worlds and slower in others.

[Spoken entirely from experience.]

So we're in Ylisse, right now?