[While it's true, Rex hasn't lived for very long, having only survived eighteen trips around the sun, he has witnessed a variety of strange occurrences in his four solid years of professional superhero-dom. At the very least, he doesn't doubt the other man's claims, having gone toe-to-toe with demons, aliens, and witches, and holding a grudge against each and every single one of those supernatural beings, albeit for different reasons.
Rex's brutish exterior hardly fades, although his irritated snarl morphs into a snicker. He gives the deity a wholly obvious once-over, the kind that is more objectifying than revelatory by far.
He lets out a low whistle. Rex wouldn't openly admit that he's also into men, but he can't help himself.
He's got a penchant for anything pretty. Especially redheads.]
Of what?
[Clearly, he's unimpressed. Gods, aliens, witches, demons? None of that shit matters anymore. After going toe to toe with that horrifying Giant Hairball, this guy doesn't seem like he's anywhere on the same plane.
You'd think Rex would've learned his lesson after Monster Girl, but no! Of course he hasn't.]
Skank city, or crystal meth?
Then again, you're a little too pretty to be the patron saint of crystal. You got any friends named Molly?
cw: drugs
[While it's true, Rex hasn't lived for very long, having only survived eighteen trips around the sun, he has witnessed a variety of strange occurrences in his four solid years of professional superhero-dom. At the very least, he doesn't doubt the other man's claims, having gone toe-to-toe with demons, aliens, and witches, and holding a grudge against each and every single one of those supernatural beings, albeit for different reasons.
Rex's brutish exterior hardly fades, although his irritated snarl morphs into a snicker. He gives the deity a wholly obvious once-over, the kind that is more objectifying than revelatory by far.
He lets out a low whistle. Rex wouldn't openly admit that he's also into men, but he can't help himself.
He's got a penchant for anything pretty. Especially redheads.]
Of what?
[Clearly, he's unimpressed. Gods, aliens, witches, demons? None of that shit matters anymore. After going toe to toe with that horrifying Giant Hairball, this guy doesn't seem like he's anywhere on the same plane.
You'd think Rex would've learned his lesson after Monster Girl, but no! Of course he hasn't.]
Skank city, or crystal meth?
Then again, you're a little too pretty to be the patron saint of crystal. You got any friends named Molly?
Or, uh, y'know! All of your front teeth?