#rexcop

Uni Rex Au

Rex wants to show the citizens his new self and how much he cares for each and every one... starting with BCGC unfortunately?

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❦ - Changing clothes facing away, showing off their back

“It was worth iiiiit!”

Bad Cop sighs as he leads a soaking Rex into the police station, the Master Breaker still smiling and laughing despite the fact he’s handcuffed and his hair is plastered over his eyes. Rex beams at Bad from behind his dripping bangs and the cop pushes him inside his office with half a roll of his eyes.

“You proud of yourself?” he asks with a smirk, unlocking the cuffs so Rex can push his hair back.

“Oh, extremely.”

Rex snickers and Bad ignores him, leaning into his walkie talkie and asking for a towel and a change of clothes to be sent to his office. It arrives in record time and Bad thanks the younger cop with a grunt before he tosses them unceremoniously to Rex.

“Dry off and change into these. You’re trailing water everywhere.”

Rex smirks mischievously before he shakes his hair like an animal trying to get dry, spattering the cop with water and laughing when he shouts indignantly. Bad shoots Rex a glare, but he pays it no mind as he throws the towel over his head and goes to remove his vest and shirt.

Bad plops down in his desk chair and pulls an unfinished report from the folder on his desk. He had intended to get it done before, but a certain someone had to go and “accidentally” Master Break a fire hydrant for some kids. Bad glances back up at Rex, the man having fallen uncharacteristically quiet, and once his mind catches up with his eyes, he finds his mouth going dry and suddenly he’s stuck staring.

Rex is looking away from him as he examines the loaner shirt he’s been given, giving Bad a full view his muscular back and shoulders. He watches as his powerful muscles shift as Rex turns the shirt this and that, probably wondering if he can take the sleeves off of it and not get in trouble for it. But, as an alluring sight as it all was, what really has Bad’s attention was the scar directly in the middle of his shoulder blades that ran down the entire length of his back.

It’s dull, who knew how old it could have been, but it was definitely noticeable. It’s discolored from the rest of him and jagged, like someone had tried to split him open. The longer Bad stares at it, the more he feels like it’s pulsing with some kind of strange, weird magic-oh, by the man Upstairs. Bad squints behind his shades and notices a different, smaller diagonal scar over the top of it, as if someone had cut him, which confirms his suspicions.

That’s the scar from the Piece of Resistance. 

Bad blinks when Rex suddenly slips the shirt on and turns around, thankful to be wearing his aviators lest he be caught staring.

“Can I go now?” Rex asks, bundling his clothes under one arm as he fiddles with the hem of the shirt. “Or do you gotta do some kinda interrogation like always?”

Bad clears his throat and pretends to have been focusing on his report as he tilts his head up to look at Rex. He sets his mouth in a fine line as he thinks about what he saw, the image of his handsome body mingling with the unsettling picture of that horrible scar, before he huffs and waves him away. He couldn’t help but wonder if it hurt, if it still hurt, but it wasn’t his place to ask.

He shifts in his seat when his head gets flooded with Goods thoughts of kissing the scar better and telling Rex he was famous and Bad only pouts when Good chuckles in the back of his mind.

“You were thinkin’ it  too, buddy.”