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Rex hardly ever went to the beach. Most of the time, they were overpopulated with annoying tourists and surfer "dudes" with their "chicks" in tote. But that was during the day. Right now, it was about nine o' clock at night, and the sun had already set. Many people had packed up and deserted ages ago, but there was still a small handful of people. It was a public beach, but Rex wished they would just go away. The people who remained were either in a group of friends, or with a significant other. Rex knew he didn't envy them, he envied what they had. Sure, Rex had friends, but they weren't there right now. They resented the beach as much as he did. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, not even himself, but he felt a little envious of the cuddled up couples that stared at the moon.

Letting out an indignant huff, he focused his attention on the crashing waves before him. It was much cooler now, but that still didn't explain his outfit, which was most certainly not suitable for the beach. The ensemble consisted of dark-washed jeans, a black ACDC shirt, as well as a very dark red thermal under it. His shoes, an old raggedy pair of Converse, were not meant to get wet, so he stayed a safe distance from where the water actually met the land. It was peaceful at that time of night. Everybody seemed to be absorbed in their own thoughts, and Rex was thankful that everyone was considerate enough to keep their d**n gobs shut.

He had his own things to think about. His mom, the primary subject. The mom he never knew. Rex had so many questions regarding her. What was she like? Would she have been a good mother? Would she approve of how he turned out to be? Would Rex had turned out differently if she lived? All of them went unanswered, as his father didn't really know about his shotgun wedding wife to begin with. Rex shook his head to himself, knowing that the more he thought, the more painful the situation would get. Of course, you can't mourn over something he never had, but it wasn't mourning he felt, it was painful wonder.

STATUS, done
TAG, no one, open
LISTENING TO, come together
NOTES, nah.

Rex allowed himself a chuckle. "I think I could be under that scary people category. If you don't believe me, I'm sure anyone else here would tell you." Rex liked to poke fun at himself. He knew that his physical appearance was what usually kept people away, but it was people like Kiki that had managed to get over it. "But, I guess I came out here just to.. think. About stuff." He added the last part, to make it sound more general, and not like he'd come out here specifically to think about his mom.

And for the most part, he didn't. But that didn't need mentioning, did it?
The sun was down, and clothed in the outfit he had, Rex wasn't effected by the weather. Glancing over at her, he had noticed that she was wearing the usual beach clothes. Casually, as if it were nothing, he wrapped his arm around her. That's what friends did, right? He would have given her a jacket or something, but he didn't have one. "So, anything new?" was his attempt for conversation.

STATUS, done
TAG, kiki
LISTENING TO, some spanish music for school.
NOTES, sorry for the late reply. "/