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I like studying.
[ Not that he's advocating it as a date activity. But he will defend its fun value to the end. His education is basically the opposite. First, his mother trained him, and each lesson was a paradise. Then he taught himself, learning whatever he wants to know- which is everything, eventually.
He actually wouldn't mind just sitting around with Lin, but it wouldn't be much of a date from what he understands. More the sort of thing you do when the relationship is steady.
Lin's idea does spark something, though- ]
I like that. Do you swim? I enjoy swimming. And drying off by a fire would be pleasant.
[ He also surprises himself with being pretty curious about Lin's swimwear. Though slightly dreading Lin's opinion on his- not to mention how messed up his body is when he isn't dressed like a grim reaper. ]
whatever. you're a nerd.
[ swimming. he can swim. does he like to swim? sometimes, when he's in the mood for his hair to get wet. sometimes not, when he thinks about all the times he was held underwater during torture simulations. on the bright side, he can hold his breath for an exceptionally long time.
swimming with rex... won't be anything like that. and if it's something rex enjoys, well. he'd like to see if he's capable of looking joyful. besides, lin has several beach looks in his closet that he hasn't had nearly enough opportunity to try out. his hand grazes the tattoo on his arm, right below his shoulder, a small black barcode. perhaps he can explain that away as a bad fashion choice, but it seems silly when rex already knows he's owned by the chinese mafia. ]
yeah, i swim. a fire is good for roasting marshmallows, too.
[ he has priorities, okay. rex must know them. ]
i have a job lined up tomorrow night, but the rest of the week is daytime stuff. you better not flake out on me. i'll kill you.
[ swimming. he can swim. does he like to swim? sometimes, when he's in the mood for his hair to get wet. sometimes not, when he thinks about all the times he was held underwater during torture simulations. on the bright side, he can hold his breath for an exceptionally long time.
swimming with rex... won't be anything like that. and if it's something rex enjoys, well. he'd like to see if he's capable of looking joyful. besides, lin has several beach looks in his closet that he hasn't had nearly enough opportunity to try out. his hand grazes the tattoo on his arm, right below his shoulder, a small black barcode. perhaps he can explain that away as a bad fashion choice, but it seems silly when rex already knows he's owned by the chinese mafia. ]
yeah, i swim. a fire is good for roasting marshmallows, too.
[ he has priorities, okay. rex must know them. ]
i have a job lined up tomorrow night, but the rest of the week is daytime stuff. you better not flake out on me. i'll kill you.
[ They both have their foolish insecurities, but being willing to expose them to each other is perhaps the best indication they're learning to trust. He's not as surprised that having to wait even just one day more feels... something. Not bad, nor good. The anticipation makes him want it more.
But an extra day does give him time to plan and prepare. Which also makes him relax- he always prefers to have all the options worked out long beforehand, even if he's entering into entirely alien territory here. ]
Acknowledged. Pick you up at 20:00?
But an extra day does give him time to plan and prepare. Which also makes him relax- he always prefers to have all the options worked out long beforehand, even if he's entering into entirely alien territory here. ]
Acknowledged. Pick you up at 20:00?
fine. don't be late.
[ he messages him his address afterwards, right before he falls asleep, and spends the next day steadfastly trying not to think about what he's agreed to. a date. a date. lin doesn't go on dates, because they're stupid and he doesn't have time. they're a distraction. he's not interested in people. there are so many reasons he can list as to why this shouldn't be happening, but he doesn't pick up his phone and call it off. he simply stews in his own stupidity, so absurdly angry that he catches a close call on a job and ends up sporting a giant bruise on his shoulder where he'd been slammed into a wall. just what he needed for his outfit.
on the day of the date, he comes home early and tries on clothes, ultimately deciding on a cream and blue two-piece bikini. he opts for something more casual on top, denim shorts and a sheer white blouse. his hair gets pulled into a bun, his bangs and a few locks framing his face. only a little makeup. sandals with a short heel on his feet. he throws some extra things into a large tote, lotion and towels and lip gloss. his knife, a few extra bullets for the pistol. a container of dumplings and two pairs of chopsticks, because if he's going to die on this beach, it won't be of starvation.
then he waits, alternatively scowling at his phone and at the window while he looks for that ugly van to show up. ]
[ he messages him his address afterwards, right before he falls asleep, and spends the next day steadfastly trying not to think about what he's agreed to. a date. a date. lin doesn't go on dates, because they're stupid and he doesn't have time. they're a distraction. he's not interested in people. there are so many reasons he can list as to why this shouldn't be happening, but he doesn't pick up his phone and call it off. he simply stews in his own stupidity, so absurdly angry that he catches a close call on a job and ends up sporting a giant bruise on his shoulder where he'd been slammed into a wall. just what he needed for his outfit.
on the day of the date, he comes home early and tries on clothes, ultimately deciding on a cream and blue two-piece bikini. he opts for something more casual on top, denim shorts and a sheer white blouse. his hair gets pulled into a bun, his bangs and a few locks framing his face. only a little makeup. sandals with a short heel on his feet. he throws some extra things into a large tote, lotion and towels and lip gloss. his knife, a few extra bullets for the pistol. a container of dumplings and two pairs of chopsticks, because if he's going to die on this beach, it won't be of starvation.
then he waits, alternatively scowling at his phone and at the window while he looks for that ugly van to show up. ]
[ Rex spends his waiting time doing what he does best- preparing. He scouts out the beach, finds a suitable spot, arranges firewood ahead of time, so on and so on.
The van never appears, however. As comfortable as he is in it, he usually has an alternative method of transport around. In this case, he arrives on a powerful motorcycle, which he drives with the same care he does his beloved van. A surprise he hopes is a pleasant one- he knows Lin finds his van ugly, hopefully, this is more stylish. If there's anything to learn from the way Rex dismounts and pulls his helmet off and shakes his hair out, it's that he looks outstanding in black leathers. The salt and pepper stubble is a matter of taste though- it makes him look twice his age. Very George Clooney. Beneath he doesn't wear anything special, though it's several layers less than usual- just a black shirt and jeans.
He makes his way to Lin's apartment, still in his leathers, with a small bag- shaving kit. In case he doesn't like the stubble. Plus some roomy leathers meant for Lin that won't muss up whatever outfit he'll surely be looking amazing in. ]
Hey.
[ Same simple, softly spoken tone as ever as a greeting. ]
You look cute.
The van never appears, however. As comfortable as he is in it, he usually has an alternative method of transport around. In this case, he arrives on a powerful motorcycle, which he drives with the same care he does his beloved van. A surprise he hopes is a pleasant one- he knows Lin finds his van ugly, hopefully, this is more stylish. If there's anything to learn from the way Rex dismounts and pulls his helmet off and shakes his hair out, it's that he looks outstanding in black leathers. The salt and pepper stubble is a matter of taste though- it makes him look twice his age. Very George Clooney. Beneath he doesn't wear anything special, though it's several layers less than usual- just a black shirt and jeans.
He makes his way to Lin's apartment, still in his leathers, with a small bag- shaving kit. In case he doesn't like the stubble. Plus some roomy leathers meant for Lin that won't muss up whatever outfit he'll surely be looking amazing in. ]
Hey.
[ Same simple, softly spoken tone as ever as a greeting. ]
You look cute.
Good! That means you're already up and moving around. I'll come over so you can help me next.
[Chidori is too stubborn (and familiar with such tactics) to be put off by that.]
[Chidori is too stubborn (and familiar with such tactics) to be put off by that.]
and what are you gonna do while i extremely don't do that
okay you realize i have an entire technologically advanced army at my disposal
A helping hand! What, too afraid to comply unless you know what it is?
and i'm saying i'm sure we can find something to help us at the horde
I know, I've been taking it into account when coming up with my plans.
Though if you happen to have some secret weapon hitherto unmentioned, I'd really appreciate you bringing it up. It's starting to get quite difficult to text with one hand and fight with the other.
[ Yes.
He's been in active combat with the thing this whole time. ]
Though if you happen to have some secret weapon hitherto unmentioned, I'd really appreciate you bringing it up. It's starting to get quite difficult to text with one hand and fight with the other.
[ Yes.
He's been in active combat with the thing this whole time. ]
Fine. And if you don't want me to come over I can give you my address.
[She texts him the place and her apartment number. She'll be sure to buzz him in when he arrives, but:]
I'm going to be getting something to eat when you arrive anyway, so do you have any preferences?
I'm going to be getting something to eat when you arrive anyway, so do you have any preferences?
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