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Who: Rex Salazar (

rexthebuilder) & YOU
What: Rex asks people opinions on snowball fights, doesn't know how shopping works to save his life, and then manages to temporarily get crud in his eyes by trying to be cool while no one's even looking.
When: Early December
Where: In Town
Warning(s): Mildest of eye squicks in the third option (spoilered away)

1. Survey Says.... [OTA]
Rex is carrying around a notebook and pencil given to him from his brother, looking around the crowd in the town square for someone that looks like they might have a good opinion. César gave him an important assignment. It'll be a long time before Rex figures out César gave it to him as an icebreaker to meet and socialize with other people patient enough to give a teenager their time.

Eventually, he gathers up his courage and walks up to a random person with an enthusiastic smile. "Heyyy, what sort of forts and stuff would make the most epic snow battle ever?"

2. Shopping Montage! [OTA]
Rex has his hands in his new winter coat his brother bought him to feel the 100 Brass he's carrying again and again, a wide grin on his face as he walks around window shopping outside. César suggested he go and get himself somethings with the half of his first paycheck that isn't going to food. And as he goes around and starts walking back and forth, realizes he has no idea what to spend it on, and his enthusiasm wanes somewhat with absolute bewilderment and confusion.

"... what sort stuff can I even buy here that isn't boring?"

3. It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a... teenager? [OTA, CW: Immediately healing eye abrasion]

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Rex figured that flying with his Sky Slider without goggles would be fine because the cold killed all the bugs. Today, he learns learns chimney ash can be just as bad when he decides to fly through it in order to be cool and it immediately backfires.

"Augh, no, my eyes!" Rex covers his eyes with a hand as he hovers down onto the street and returns his legs back to normal, waving with his free hand. "Uhm?! Anyone there! Need help for a minute!"

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"Ew, no!" Rex makes a face at that, although sillier than he would because he's holding Runt. "I just get bored, that's all. Magne's not letting César be a workaholic anymore, anyways."

"Let me know if he does!" Rex drops that expression quickly though because a smile works back onto his face. "I'm more excited than I thought I'd be, even if I'm gonna get woken up in the middle of the night when the baby cries for their parents. Thought it'd take longer to get used to, but... Magne makes it easy."

Rex is adorable with Runt. Crichton's definitely seeing uncle potential. It shines out even brighter when he compliments Magne. What a beautiful thing that they've become such a complete family so quickly.

"She's an exceptional woman," Crichton agrees. "She believes the best of people, so she expects the best of them, too. It feels good when someone like her respects you, doesn't it?"

It's because Magne's like his mother, and Rex is like his mother. They're very similar people. And Rex can't remember his past reboots, but he's been through being rejected by society for what he is, too.

But it's not just that; Rex still has the knowledge learned from César helping raise him. He knows what a big brother is supposed to do. Memories are stolen but knowledge remains his. Not that he's thought about that at all.

"Kinda surprised by how much it meant to me. I wanna keep making her proud of me. So, yeah. And she feeds me, too!"

"Don't be afraid to let her know that's how you feel. You can never tell people how much you care about them too often." He learned that through experience.

"Ha. Yeah, I gotta say, she does put on a good spread. Speaking of, I promised you some food too. Time for me to make good on that."

[ooc: Let's zoom past the food prep a little.]

"You don't think it's too soon? It hasn't even been a couple of weeks." Rex has heard that they fell in love basically immediately, but isn't it weird for him to love her that quickly, too? "And my bro. And here I was worried I'd be stuck with just European food, but I've got tastes of home."

[ooc: good idea!]

"Nah," he says warmly, "I don't think it's too soon. Trust your brother's instinct and yours. There's no timeline for this stuff, especially not in a place like this. Carpe diem, brother."

Crichton chuckles as he sets down a fully loaded plate in front of Rex, and then a slightly less loaded one opposite him. The mystery of why is short-lived because Runt invites himself onto the chair, using his many legs to leverage his long body up and over. He can eat at the big boy table.

"Not enough people appreciate what a difference a taste of home can make. When I was stuck out in space, I used to dream of coming home on a Thanksgiving just to gobble everything on the table. 'Least we got cornbread here."

"My brother and Magne fell in love pretty quickly. César said our parents fell for each other pretty quickly, too. I guess it's just a Salazar thing?" It actually warms Rex's chest a little to have that connection.

And then it's time to eat, and Runt has long been put down by then. Rex laughs at the baby's antics. It's honestly a good thing humans aren't mobile that early.

"I know I appreciate it. I live on base back home, and man, it just doesn't hit the spot sometimes. Taco runs were a lifeline. Thanksgiving's pretty good, too. We'd always have 'all the fixings' for a special lunch at Providence."

"Sounds like it is. Both of ya are chips off the old block." It warms his heart, too, to see Rex find a family touchstone to cherish even if metaphorically.

"Hard to say which of us had it worse, you with cafeteria food or me with those damn food cubes. There were some days I might have killed for a nacho supreme just one more time." And maybe he's not even kidding. "I think you'll like the festivals we got around here just as much, though. This town isn't shy about food with all the fixings. We're back in the times when everyone still cooks in lard like granny used to do."

"Yeah, I fell for my girlfriend the same way!" Rex's chest warms at that thought, too, that such a respond to a wonderful emotion is so readily shared between them all.

"Food cubes? G-ROSS!" Rex nearly gags at the thought. "Food cubes! Definitely! EWWWW!"

The part about the festivals is forgotten because Rex's reaction to the food cubes is so visceral.

"Oh yeah? Do you mean here or at home?" This really is a family legacy, isn't it?

Crichton appreciates that reaction. Finally, someone who understands the pain he went through as a southern raised boy with no access to fried food. Crichton isn't the only one enjoying that reaction. Runt flails his head around dramatically as he wails something that sounds pretty close to "gross" actually. Wait, was that his first word?

"Glad you both agree," Crichton snickers. "But don't let your food go cold or it will be gross too."

"Back home, I uh. Well aaaaaaactually she's not officially my girlfriend but uh, I'm gonna ask her now that her situation isn't complicated anymore." Rex grins a bit sheepishly. "But she'll say yes!" He hopes.

Rex's food heritage is different, but it's still all about the flavor. Rex laughs at the agreement and bounces Runt gently. "Little dude gets it!" Oh, right, Rex actually had forgotten about food, distracted by the kid. "... crap, I think I know what my brother means about wanting kids. Annnnd I'm putting that thought away for lunch and the next ten years because no way."

Because absolutely not and also he doesn't want to even think about César deciding that he needs "the talk". He's holding out for Six or his dad.

Crichton doesn't want to rain on his parade, but it kinda sounds like Rex might be putting the cart slightly before the horse here. Oh well, it's probably fine.

His expression downright melts when Rex admits to his feelings about kids. Aww, that's the sweetest thing ever. "All in good time, dude. I reackon you'll get some practice as an uncle first." Wink.

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