So, I checked out Lilith’s new method of making an entrance. Now less worried about the fate of Rhys’s upper lip, and more worried about the fate of …just everyone’s facial hair, clothing, and all flammable objects generally.
His noggin. It. It’s tough.
Er, yeah, a more lighthearted (haha) selfie pic for that Tales AU with Rhys, AI Jack, and Nisha that exists in my head for … some reason. Rhys slept through this whole pic, OK. It was great. He dreamed of ponies.
Rhys, Jack needs to borrow the team car for a few in order to go grab a sweater.
[In case anyone wonders, yes, this is the pic where Jack borrows Rhys’s body for the morning so he and Nisha can go dig up his former body, get his sweater back, and shove it over Rhys’s head. Jack took this selfie for Rhys to wake up to, because he’s a dick. ]
OK, got the sweater!