My thought process this afternoon:
1) bet Rhys has a guilty black market poster of Zer0.
2) Guess it’s coming down if Jack’s around. I’ll sketch that.
3) I wonder what’s underneath.
4) Oh no.
My thought process this afternoon:
1) bet Rhys has a guilty black market poster of Zer0.
2) Guess it’s coming down if Jack’s around. I’ll sketch that.
3) I wonder what’s underneath.
4) Oh no.
There’s an un-fun way to invalidate the warranty on a huge and expensive space station, and then there is the fun way. Just saying.
While I’m deeply embracing some cyber Rhack feels here, I admit it does also look like Jack might be fattening Rhys’s hair like a christmas goose until those front wisps get through that difficult to handle stage. Vaughan sneaks into Rhys’s bedroom each night, and razors half a millimetre off his hair just in case.
Just imagine my face this morning when it occurred to me that “Orgy Room Lifeguard” is a legitimate career option in this universe.
With added Janitor!Rhys, making this the nsfw coffee shop AU you never needed or wanted.