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well then what the fuck are you going to eat?

Who: Rex Lewis, Iago, Open
What: Rex is bad with money.
Where: Rex and Iago's Horrible Flat, Griss Twist
When: Evening
Notes: The thread with Rex and Iago is closed; HOWEVER, if you'd like some Rex CR, you can start a new thread to run into him elsewhere in town. He tends to be near the Glory Shada (wurk) and anywhere you'd find nerds. Also, he can be found in sketchier areas from time to time, because he's sketchy.
Warnings: N/A. Will update if necessary.

It may not have been an ideal situation, but Baedal offered the most freedom Rex had in years. And with Iago here, there was little else Rex could want. (Except for power, access to higher levels of technology... But those things took time, and he was nothing if not patient.) He couldn't help but feel somewhat... optimistic. After all, he wasn't a prisoner anymore; he didn't have to rely on others to acquire things for himself. He could just go out with his hard-earned money and do it. It wasn't like on the Barge, where he had to ask his warden, who had to ask the Admiral. It wasn't even like it was at MARS's base of operations, where he was given anything he could want without having to even set foot in the outside world. For however much freedom he was given in his pursuits with the nanomites, Rex was still beholden to McCullen. He had to rely on the business man for everything-- McCullen, after all, was the reason he was even alive. That knowledge had inspired no small amount of resentment in Rex.

Unfortunately, with freedom came a sort of loosening of inhibitions. It was like college all over again (not that Rex ever let loose in college. He was too busy). In anticipation for Iago's imminent employment, Rex may have... slacked on his budgeting these past few days. Just a little. Just enough to purchase a new set of tools for his engineering work, some materials for upcoming projects, new books (after all, he had to adjust his designs to work with the level of technology in Baedal), new clothes (well, that was necessary), and a few bottles of wine. Well, why not?

Rex counted off his remaining cash. There was just enough to buy some dinner, and then he could rely on whatever was in the fridge (plus whatever was offered at the hospital cafeteria) until he got paid in a few days, and that would cover the rent, so... Things would break even at least, and that was what mattered. Pocketing what was left of the money, he headed out to locate some takeout-- he'd even surprise Iago with dinner once the soldier got back from, well, wherever he was (hunting for a job, he hoped). As a reward for: Getting. A. Job.

So, once Iago returned, he'd find some nice (turkey) sandwiches on croissants, some salad, and two containers of soup on the rickety fold-out table, plus a bottle of wine.

See, Rex could be nice sometimes (while blowing the remainder of their finances).

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Iago reached out and put a hand on his cheek again. "I did. That was the only reason I continued to talk to you." He pulled back, sipping at his wine again, grateful for this time. For this moment that they had.

"And it wasn't the only hightlight. I was able to use a gun." Which, to Iago, was a wonderful thing.

He tilted his head into the touch, fingers tracing over Iago's for a moment. Then, he was poking at his salad, smiling a little. "True. And maybe that's a perk of this place, too. No wardens or Admiral to deal with if you want to arm yourself." Even as a warden, after all, Iago would've been accountable to others. Here, of course, there was the Militia to consider, but as far as he knew, firearms weren't illegal.

"If nothing else, I could build you something..."

Not a traditional gun, of course. Rex didn't do traditional.

He reached down and pulled the blade from his boot, setting it on the table. "This is all I need." It was the same one he carried on the barge, the one that had been on his person when he arrived. "But...maybe for my birthday." He laughed softly to himself and finished off his wine.

Now that he was more secure in this situation, their financial problems at least pushed to the side for now, he leaned over to kiss him soundly. "I never did...thank you, did I?"

"Old fashioned, but elegant." Like Iago, clearly. "Not terribly helpful in a gun fight," he mused, despite knowing that was a total lie. After all, Storm Shadow had no problems bringing a sword to a gun fight. Rex gingerly touched the blade, smirking, bringing his eyes up to Iago. Weapons were something he quite enjoyed, and on Iago, they were something of a turn on, so. His mood lightened considerably. "Maybe..."

...

He didn't actually know when Iago's birthday was. But now wasn't the time to bring that up. Not while things were precariously going well. He tilted his head up to meet Iago's lips, then pulled back, taking a drink of wine as he eyed the other man playfully.

"No, you've been somewhat ungrateful..."

The soldier sat back, glancing down to the blade. He took it in his hands and ran a finger along the back of it, shrugging once. "I don't know, Rex. That really depends on how good you are with it." Lounging back, looking every bit a lazy, carefree soldier, he slipped it back into his boots and met Rex's eyes again. a little bit of indulgence didn't hurt anyone. And he had a difficult day. It was nice to unwind.

"But I have been ungrateful, yes. Maybe you should tell me what I could do to make it better."

Rex arched his brow. Really... The typically bossy soldier rarely played that role in their games, but Rex was certainly happy to see this side of him when it did emerge. There was a secretive little smile, and he leaned back and took a big drink of wine. Was Rex gearing himself up to say something?

He set the glass down.

"You could..." A coy look. "Eat the dinner I just spent money on."

SO ROMATIC.

Edited 2011-12-31 16:30 (UTC)

Iago was in a good enough mood to laugh at that. So he did, shaking his head and peeling off the bottom part of the sandwich, leaving the turkey behind. He would deal with that momentarily. It was good, but the thought of it still made him uneasy, though he was wary of everything that was cooked or made in this city.

"Hm, it seems that's all I'm going to do tonight," he smirked and poured himself a bit more wine. "Where is your damn cat this evening?"

"Not all," he corrected. Rex took another bite of his sandwich and chewed as he looked around for the cat. "I don't know. Why do you ask?"

Maybe he was off sulking after Rex shoved him off the counter top. "Come here, Iago!" he called in a lighter, sing-song kind of voice, one typically reserved for babies and pets-- Rex shot a look at the other man that positively screamed don't you dare laugh, Iago. It seemed to work, anyway. The cat silently padded over to the table and rubbed Rex's leg, its body vibrating with purrs. "There. He learns fast."

Iago shrugged. "It will be if you keep that up," he teased, but he knew better than that. The soldier was startled by the voice, but only showed it with a convenient coughing fit that really wasn't laughing at all.

Only a little bit.

He slipped a piece of turkey into his hands and, when he thought that Rex might not be looking, he dropped his hand down oh so nonchalantly.

"You have him trained well."

"He's much more intelligent than I expected a cat to be," Rex mused, nodding like a proud parent, as though the cat's intelligence was somehow his doing. "And perhaps I'm good at training." A small smirk as he referenced his past activities.

Unfortunately, Rex was not good at spotting food disposal techniques, so he had no idea that Iago was wasting his fabulous turkey on the cat, who was greedily gobbling it up. Rex just went on eating his dinner, alternating between the salad and sandwich. The soup may have been extraneous, come to think of it, but, well, he could always heat it up later. See, he was making every shekel count.

"Training?" he snorted at that and ran his fingers through his hair arrogantly and he slipped another bite of turkey to the cat, idly reaching out to try and rub behind his ears.

"When do you have time to train a stray cat?"

"It doesn't take much time. He picks up very quickly, especially when you wave food in his face." Like Iago might have been doing right now. Rex finished off his wine and started pouring another. They might as well work through the bottle, since he was fairly certain the cat would find a way to knock it over while they were sleeping if they didn't. And he would have done it deliberately. "He also doesn't like getting splashed with water, so that helps demonstrate a positive punishment for misbehavior." He smirked playfully. "I wonder if I should start spraying you with water when we fight."

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