A/N: Not anywhere near as long as the others, but it's still nice. Just a little glimpse into the pairing, cutresy of me.
"It's my birthday!" huffs Rex, annoyed. His words come out as a puff of cold air and he crosses his arms over his chest, eyes narrowing at the other boy.
Weevil is slightly more bundled than Rex is. He's normal light green over-coat has been swapped out and replaced with something thicker, and just a touch darker in color. It's buttoned up tight, and dark gloves cover his hands - though they can't be seen, shoved into his large pockets as they are. And he isn't happy.
"It may be your birthday, but I'm the one buying the tickets." counters Weevil and, darn it, he doesn't have the patience for this right now. It's cold out, and warm inside of the movie theater, and if Rex keeps argueing over what they were going to watch then he would just turn tail and go home.
"So? You're buying them as a gift for me." says Rex, saying the last three words slower then the rest, as if Weevil would have a difficult time understanding them. "That means that I get to choose what we're watching!"
"I refuse to watch Raptor Attack with you, let alone pay to see it." Weevil states, and he's firm on the matter. "Just because I agreed to buy the tickets for you doesn't mean that I'm going to let you completely rot away my brain."
Rex snorts. He uncrosses his arms and shoves his bare hands into his pockets, curling them up to try and get the blood flowing in them again. "It's not gonna 'rot your brain', you asshole."
"Oh, really?" questions Weevil, sarcasm clear in his voice. "Funny, then explain to me why you and Joey both seem to lack the same amount of intelligence? If it isn't the abhorrent amount of television that you both watch, please, remind me not to drink the water at your house anymore."
"I am way smarter than that bastard!" sputters Rex, and he cannot believe that Weevil just likened him to Joey.
Weevil just raises an eyebrow. "I have yet to see any proof of that, and your choice to constantly melt your brain away with ridiculous shows like that." The final word is accentuated with an irritated point in the direction of said movie poster.
"Yeah? Well, I haven't seen any proof saying it does!" snaps Rex and, damnit, he's not giving up this time! "And it's still my birthday, so fork over the cash and let's get inside before the previews end!"
And Weevil doesn't have a chance to say anything else because, suddenly, a hand has latched onto his wrist and he finds himself hauled inside.