My fave boys Thire and Rex + Tired? 👀
Oooooh Thire! I don't think I've ever gotten a request for Thire before!
Well I immediately have a cute idea regardless so let's begin:
The break room as Fox called it wasn't exactly what Rex was picturing. There were spaces utilized by clones to get a moment alone or take a breather away from people but those were mainly empty storage closets and corners of the hangar that were covered by crates. This, however, was something Rex had never seen before. Little did he know it was a room filled with oversized pillows, couches, blankets, and so many snack containers he was almost dizzy at the sight.
Their work had gone late, so late in fact that Rex was practically swaying on his feet, though the hour didn't seem to bother Fox who just kept zipping around like it was nothing. With bags under his eyes and caf in his hand that man could do anything as long as he was caffeinated enough. Only moments ago he told Rex he left something in the 'break room' and to follow him. Rex was picturing a caf machine and some chairs not a whole damn personal quarters. They had clearly turned someone's actual room into a rest area for the clones on duty and a brief pang of jealousy ran through him as he wondered why he hadn't thought of that first. It was late so there were only a few clones milling about, chatting, and drinking steaming caf from mugs.
Rex waited patiently while Fox searched under cushions and through piles of pillows for something he was missing, though, Rex wasn't sure what exactly they came in here looking for. Instead of paying attention Rex let himself look around the room, eyes falling on a trooper who was sleeping soundly on the couch, his head tilted back as snores escaped through his partially opened mouth.
The man had on half his armor, his body glove partially removed so it could roll down his waist and rest above his armored hips. His feet were propped up on the table. There was a tattoo on his rib cage that immediately caught Rex's eye though he didn't have time to examine it before Fox trudged over and kicked the man's feet off of the table, waking him with a start.
"Thire, get up, I have to check the couch." Fox was never a gentle man but he was extra pushy as he gripped Thire by the arms and hoisted him up to rifle around the cushions. Rex bit his own lip to keep from laughing at his expression. Bewildered and sleepy and disgruntled all at the same time. He spun around as Fox looked for something and caught Rex staring, his expression morphing into even more confusion. He pointed, jabbing Fox in the ribs with his other elbow.
"What's the blue one doing here?" The slur of his voice reminded Rex of Cody's over the comms after a tough battle and the amusement simmered out a little bit.
"The blue one has a name and you know it, idiot." Fox reminded, then he made a sound like he'd just dug through the trash and found treasure. He held up what he was looking for and Rex shook his head. It was a tiny silver card that looked like it was heavy. He knew by the look of it that it definitely had credits on it. If those credits were Fox's to spend was a completely different story.
"Knew Stone dropped this last time he was here. Now we can get real food somewhere in the city." Fox shoved the little card in one of his pouches and Rex raised an eyebrow.
"All of that for the card," Thire scoffed, rubbing his eyes and Rex held back a smile at the way they were bickering, overtired and overworked and just picking at one another. Thire poked Fox in the chest so he rocked. "coulda told you it was there. Didn't have to manhandle me. Now let me back in my spot."
Fox ignored him but Rex kept smiling as the other man shook his head. He couldn't remember ever meeting Thire before, though if this was how he spoke to Fox then he wanted to know much more about him. Fox was one of those commanders that ran a tight ship, no matter what rank you were, and was dangerously close to keeling over in the street from exhaustion. Most people didn't talk back considering his ever present scowl but those that were close enough knew he didn't bite you unless he had to.
"If you're still there when we get back I might join you." Rex commented, happy to see Thire grin in response, plopping down on the couch so he bounced a little bit. He grabbed one of the nearby pillows and waved it around. His demeanor seemed to irritate Fox which only made his grin wider, much to Rex's amusement.
"S'long as you don't drool on my shoulder you can use me as a pillow for all I care." Thire laid the pillow over his eyes as he leaned back, settling in, and Rex couldn't help but laugh.
