And once again, Rex was just wandering around. He had no idea where he even was, but it wasn't his dorm because he was honestly getting tired of looking at that particular set of four walls. Sighing and stretching out, the red-headed hunter just kept wandering, the jingling of his spurs giving off his location pretty well. If nothing else, Rex looked pretty tired and defintely needed some company or liveliness.
Where was Dory or Chris when you needed them? Brown eyes squinted as he thought back to the last time he saw Chris. It had been the day he awakened from that pod, naked, and was actually pretty grateful to hear another Southern accent. Why? He couldn't remember right now but whatever.
"Maaaaan. I'm booored." Whining out loud would help, right?
