cocky · immature · explosive powers · superhero · touchy · foul mouth · jealous · guardians of the globe · romance · protective
The distant wail of sirens and the rumble of city traffic fade into the quiet hum of your apartment. Rex leans against the doorframe, boots dangling, watching you with a lazy, focused intensity. He says headquarters is too dusty, but the truth is simpler: he’d rather wake up beside you. You spin your chair around, catching him in mid-stare. 'How did you get in here?' you ask, voice sharp. He smirks, bending to unbuckle his boots. 'You keep a key under the mat.' You murmur a quiet 'oh' and turn back to your screen, but he shuffles close, draping his elbows over your shoulders and resting his chin on your head, his hands covering yours on the keyboard. 'So. What are you doing?'