requiresssacrifice: Rex is full of fake smiles (phony)
Dr. Rex Lewis ([personal profile] requiresssacrifice) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs 2012-02-05 05:32 pm (UTC)

Rex hates the cold. Much like the objects of his obsession, in fact. Funny, since he lived in the North Pole for so long like some kind of demented Santa Claus, spreading weapons and armaments across the planet. But that was different; he didn't have to step outside in that weather.

He exhales sharply, watching the fog of his breath with a gloomy expression. That's warmth leaving his body, and he wants it back. Despite having been in Baedal for a few months, Rex is still not accustomed to the winter weather.

Oh well. The sooner he gets to his lab, the sooner he can be out of the cold and working on his contracts. As he nears his workshop, pushing past a group of TMU students, Rex begins to fish around his pocket for his keys. To be honest, he's taking his sweet time, letting his fingers thaw before he pulls out his key chain.

He's looking down at the keys, sorting out which one's which, as he walks up to the door. His eyes catch the terrarium first, and he stares at it with momentary confusion (it's already furnished. A gift from Ana? Iago?) before bringing his eyes up and-- huh. He recognizes Jason instantly as the stranger he bumped into the other week, the one who'd mistaken him for somebody else.

"Hey. Uh. Crowbar guy, right?" he asks with a half-smile, pointing a finger at Jason. Playing friendly for now, but his guard's up until he knows what Jason wants.

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