When his girlfriend undid his ponytail Rex flinched somewhat, he'd never had it down the entire time he'd been playing the game. The sudden removal of tightness and weight was relaxing and somewhat shocking all the same. He was far to swooned to care though, and merely let the woman do as she pleased.

“Y-yeah..” Rex muttered weakly, there was a bit of red in his cheeks, and hopefully his hair was hiding it. It was a good thing there was fire in the cabin, because he was having a hard time dealing with all these chills of affection he rarely felt until meeting Naomi. A twinge of guilt hit the back of his mind, should he of even asked her to come out in that hellish dungeon in the first place?

As they grew closer, so did her importance. It was going to be a dangerous gamble if they kept going like this. Rex had always been reckless, and even though Naomi grounded him, that also meant he'd recklessly toss away his own life in favor of hers given that moment arise. Their survival was going to be a matter of teamwork...Much like their relationship.

Sharp teeth slithered out like a snarling animal when Naomi teased him about looking cute. He was a man, and men didn't look cute damn it! “Shut up...” Rex muttered lowly under a breath as he fidgeted some in her lap, the barrage of kisses at his face made his already flustered state worse, but he didn't brush them off or stop her in any way.

He remembered those days in middle school, flirting with girls and when asking to hold hands was enough to get your heart thumping from your chest. It was funny to think how quick that all changes, and how complicated it gets so quickly. Carlo wasn't sure if he'd ever been in love, but he wondered if this is what it possibly felt like?

When she asked him what was on his mind, there was a brief silence from him before he sat himself up finally with a sigh, long golden locks sprawled about his face and making him look like some kind of damn elf you'd see in a fantasy movie. If it was one mistake he made during character creation, it was giving himself long hair and not mimicking his real style.

“A lot of things..” He nearly whispered before leaning over to pull the woman into a deep kiss, hands roaming her body with little shyness. She'd prodded him from his brooding little manly macho box, and hopefully she'd be able to keep up with it. When they had to part for some air he'd go for her neck pecking it lightly and resting his chin on her shoulder, “You, mostly..” He admitted lowly.

The further he fell into Naomi's little box of affection, the more doubts that came up in the back of his mind. It was funny how something that felt so right brought on so many hurtful feelings and questions; shouldn't we always just indulge and deal with it later? Rex flushed a little hotter with a shade of red, leaning his head towards her shoulder as he subtly frowned behind his long hair.

He hadn't forgotten all the things she'd told him about herself...She was a prissy little thing who enjoyed the higher living of life, given she could get there. The game's world was a twisted reality that hardly reflected how things were outside...And as good as this seemed here, would they honestly be compatible elsewhere?

“...Guess I'm a little worried if we don't die in here, you wont like what you find out there...” He admitted lowly, sharp teeth slithering out in his frown, “...Ain't got long hair like this..And...The only reason I'm still not in the Marines is because I got dishonorably discharged.” Carlo was admitting something he'd kept hidden from just about everyone, besides her, hoping she wasn't going to judge him as poorly as he was assuming she would.

Rex pulled away then without much warning, leaning back into the sofa with a long sigh, forcing a very superficial smile to his face as he slowly brushed away hair from his forehead and held his hand towards his scalp, “I'm a fucking deadbeat....You got dreams and ambition and all that shit...I was just working a shit-end job because I had nothing else to do.” If it was one thing everyone was probably looking for in a true romance...It was acceptance.

Yeah his hair was probably the least of his fucking worries. The game did a good enough job of mimicing your natural features, so whatever they liked from that aspect would change very little in the real world. It was everything else about his own character that worried him, being the general worthless bastard he truly was.

Rex frowned further when she brought up the kind of status she'd like to live around...He was far, far from being rich or famous. Naomi actually made light of being trapped in the game, that at least here they could judge one another on some kind of...primal level in a sense. Carlo was sort of conflicted on that idea, as much as he hated this horrible prison of a game, it had brought him Naomi...

Luckily all of those hurtful worries and doubts were quickly washed away when his girlfriend gave him what he was so desperately seeking; Acceptance and understanding. His sharp blues widened a little as he pivoted his look to the woman, stunned at the thought of progressing out of the shit hole he'd been stuck in for so long.

Just a bump...He'd never considered thinking about it that way. To him life was a downward spiral, there was no going back after you fell to the bottom of the pit. But that wasn't true, was it? Maybe with an ambitious and stubborn woman like her by his side, he could start a slow climb out of there, and make something of himself.

“H-hell no! I'd never fucking do that to you!” Carlo snapped with heartfelt fire in his words, eyes flicking away in a glare. Even though Rex looked like the kind of guy to go cheating and mistreating women like a washed up celebrity, he'd never dated a girl long enough in the past to even have the chance to be a scumbag.

He'd squeeze her hand tightly for a moment, teeth snarled before he took a breath, “I ain't losing you.” He leaned towards her to rest his weight against her arm after his muttering, “This game is bullshit...being trapped here is bullshit...But....” Rex swallowed, a bit of heat in his cheeks, “I'd...I'd probably do it again if I could keep you.”

He didn't want to agree with Naomi on that one, not in the slightest, sure enough he frowned and went to take a breath to talk, but she knew already the thoughts in his mind which sent a small chill down his spine. Still Carlo didn't entirely agree with anything that made light of being in this game, but he'd be hypocritical to diss her train of thought after the sappy shit he'd just said...

So he forced a weak smile to his face and laughed under a breath, reaching up his arms to hold the woman against his chest and nuzzle back like the big sharp toothed bear he was. “I'm always serious...” He teased back before moving and fidgeting enough that he could sneak in another kiss on the woman's lips, hands roaming her curves, “..I guess you're right, but I'm impatient and I want to...” Rex leaned to whisper some rather....Seductive and lustful comments into the woman's ear, “...Out there....Yeah?” He'd lean away with a smirk.

Before they melted a hole in the couch he'd try to break some of the sappy tension building, shoving some at her rump with his knee, head dramatically flopping back into the sofa as he sighed, “Ughhh...Where the hell is my hot coco? That was your job, y'know?” He teased, knowing full well the only reason she was still here was because he was being selfish for attention!

The soldier should of known better to bring up being discharged, of course the woman's curious nature would draw for a story. It was a painful one he wasn't big on talking about, considering it was rather pathetic and gritty. Rex sat himself up and leaned on his knees after he'd bundled his hair back into a bun on the back of his head.

“...I've never told anyone about it, so...” He sighed heavily with a cold stare settled on the fire at the other side of the living room of the cabin, “Me and my squad were out drinking in this little ratty pub to celebrate completing an operation...We were goin' home the next day.” Carlo paused for a moment, recalling the painful memory.

“There was this guy, his nickname was Twig—Fuck'n scrawny little shit with a big mouth...We got along pretty well, hard to imagine, huh?” He breathed a false laugh, “...We were work'n with the local military presence; Ragtag militia that was more like an armed mob of revolutionaries than an actual army.”

Rex sank back into the sofa, eyes still locked towards the fire as he breathed, “When the territory had been liberated a lot of 'em started to get shitty towards Americans, real knife in your back when you'd been getting shot at for months trying to get their sandy shit hole under control.”

A long and drawn out sigh slipped from the soldier again, and he nodded his head as if he was agreeing with whatever conversation he was having within his own mind, “...Anyways, Twig got drunk, got rowdy, and got shot by one of the militia leaders he'd been spitting words with.” Carlo grit his teeth then, hissing inhale of air through his nose before he continued, “I beat that mother-fucker until his face looked like a damn can of wet cat food.”

But it hadn't been enough to bring Twig back, had it?