Dino-Might!
'Were you around when the dinosaurs roamed the Earth? You certainly look like you should have been.'
"Hey, I'm only sixteen years old!" Rex complained.
Weevil chuckled. "I think they're referring to your hairstyle, my little triceratops," he teased, flicking one of the trio of purple spikes that were his lover's bangs.
Grimacing, Rex growled, "It's not my fault my hair looks like this – and Moto's has three colors for Kami's sake!"
"True, true," Weevil agreed. "And Taylor's makes him look like a rhinoceros."
"Exactly," Rex said, slightly mollified. "And people should really learn to respect dinosaurs, anyway. Just because they're extinct now doesn't mean they weren't fascinating creatures."
Having heard this rant before – and having delivered an equal number on the wonders of bugs in return – Weevil decided to head his lover off at the pass with a question. "So, who are you going to get in return?" he asked.
"I don't know. I'd like to get whoever sent me this, but there's no return address," Rex said, examining the package the magnet had come in.
"Well, why don't you just go after someone who really ticks you off?" Weevil offered.
"Lots of people tick me off, Weevil; hell, you tick me off occasionally," Rex groused.
"Go after someone who's not smart enough to get back at you, then," Weevil said testily.
Brown eyes widening, Rex purred, "I know just the baka…"
Weevil grinned evilly. Payback was so much fun.