[His heart is beating even faster than it usually does, which to be fair, is quite fast. Rex Splode's metabolism is yet one another of the quiet technological marvels that the scientists who created him would boast about in the following years. To support his cybergenetically enhanced muscle density and multitude of additional superpowers, he emerged from the operation with a slightly elevated body temperature and accelerated heart rate, although his breathing is fairly normal. With a heart that had been strengthened as well, as the organ is made of its own special kind of muscle, the uptick is now possible.]
Why are you doing this?
[Rex inhales sharply, his anxiety kicking in.
As a child, some of the natural byproducts of being sent out to steal the family dinner and parkouring over cars were a multitude of cuts, scrapes, and bruises, all of which he had to shoddily treat with home remedies or "ice" with stolen cold cuts. To make matters worse, his parents never gave a flying fuck about it; his father simply made snide remarks and complained that an eleven or twelve year old boy's supposed indiscretions meant the family would have less food for consumption later. No health insurance meant no help, period.
Eve had been the first one to tend to his injuries with care, because while Radcliffe's facilities and professional had done a bang-up job repairing their banged up child lackey, they were always so sanitary and insincere. To have his body paid attention like that is...
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[His heart is beating even faster than it usually does, which to be fair, is quite fast. Rex Splode's metabolism is yet one another of the quiet technological marvels that the scientists who created him would boast about in the following years. To support his cybergenetically enhanced muscle density and multitude of additional superpowers, he emerged from the operation with a slightly elevated body temperature and accelerated heart rate, although his breathing is fairly normal. With a heart that had been strengthened as well, as the organ is made of its own special kind of muscle, the uptick is now possible.]
Why are you doing this?
[Rex inhales sharply, his anxiety kicking in.
As a child, some of the natural byproducts of being sent out to steal the family dinner and parkouring over cars were a multitude of cuts, scrapes, and bruises, all of which he had to shoddily treat with home remedies or "ice" with stolen cold cuts. To make matters worse, his parents never gave a flying fuck about it; his father simply made snide remarks and complained that an eleven or twelve year old boy's supposed indiscretions meant the family would have less food for consumption later. No health insurance meant no help, period.
Eve had been the first one to tend to his injuries with care, because while Radcliffe's facilities and professional had done a bang-up job repairing their banged up child lackey, they were always so sanitary and insincere. To have his body paid attention like that is...
Strange. Unfamiliar.
He only knows it as an act of love.
This isn't love.
Invincible doesn't love him.]
S-stop that! It's fucking weird!