[Unbeknownst to Rex, his communicator turns on. It's sitting on his desk, facing his bed, the angle lopsided. And what's Rex doing? He's sprawled on his bed with Tiamat, the Eastern Indigo Snake, in his arms. As she's going up one arm to investigate his neck and ear and face, all that jazz, he's cooing ~sweet nothings~ to her. This is the
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[You're not safe from anyone, Rex.]
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