*Nevaeh seeing Rex in his cunty little rebellion get up in a scenario that will likely never be in the actual fic*
Nevaeh: Y’know these clothes don’t flatter you at all, Captain.
Nevaeh: It should be armour or nothing, and I happen to have no armour on my ship.
Rex: *silent spiral about wether he should be flattered or offended*
@phantom-of-the-501st @saturn-sends-hugs















