[Always a tempestuous piece of shit, Rex doesn't bother to seek Invincible out, nor does he ruminate on the ups and downs of their recent interactions. Things always seem to work out until they don't. They're too different, always at odds, the type of children who hail from completely different backgrounds. While every individual has had their own share of trials and tribulations, Rex is of the opinion that Mark's have begun only recently, at the ripe old age of seventeen, and his has been a knock-down drag-out dogfight from the very first day he can remember. None of this is the other teenager's fault in the slightest, but that is exactly the problem.
Eve, in a seemingly stereotypical act of peak White Womanhood, had a habit of dragging Rex to her early morning yoga classes on weekends they spent together. Only she could force him to wake up at an ungodly 6:30 AM on a Sunday, and while he had initially protested the idea of meditating in addition to the lack of any jumping or punching, his own training in gymnastics, weirdly bendy body, and natural inclination for show-ponying had made him a shoe-in for America's Next Top Circus Freak.
Mark will find him on the outskirts of town doing a handstand, his legs forming a perfect split midair. He has been holding this pose for quite some time now. Rex's eyes may be closed, but seeing as this town is plagued by monsters and its own variation on a body-snatching theme, his senses are still sharp.
He hears Mark approaching, not lifting a finger or moving a muscle.]
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Eve, in a seemingly stereotypical act of peak White Womanhood, had a habit of dragging Rex to her early morning yoga classes on weekends they spent together. Only she could force him to wake up at an ungodly 6:30 AM on a Sunday, and while he had initially protested the idea of meditating in addition to the lack of any jumping or punching, his own training in gymnastics, weirdly bendy body, and natural inclination for show-ponying had made him a shoe-in for America's Next Top Circus Freak.
Mark will find him on the outskirts of town doing a handstand, his legs forming a perfect split midair. He has been holding this pose for quite some time now. Rex's eyes may be closed, but seeing as this town is plagued by monsters and its own variation on a body-snatching theme, his senses are still sharp.
He hears Mark approaching, not lifting a finger or moving a muscle.]
What.