Threat Level Fuchsia. Fuchsia!

~~~Wherever his team went, Dex seemed to pick up a fan following. Something about the guy fascinated Humans and Therians alike. Sloane was still trying to work out what it was. Especially since the guy was...well, kinda weird. Then again, crazy had a way of attracting crazy.

Fuck off, Daley. You’re not my nursemaid."
“No, he’s my nursemaid,” Sloane grumbled, giving Ash a weak push before taking hold of Dex’s wrist and pulling him over to stand in between his legs. He wrapped his arms around Dex’s waist and held him close. “Get your own.”
Ash shook his head in shame. “You’re so whipped, man.

«Farò finta di non aver sentito. Davvero, complimenti. Hai tirato su due bambini e ancora non hai capito la differenza tra Star Wars e Star Trek?»«Sono tutti e due ambientati nello spazio, con gente vestita da imbecilli. È tutto ciò che devo sapere.»Dex portò le mani alla testa per la vergogna. «Mi fai venire da piangere.»

Come on, big guy. Let’s hit the showers.”Cael patted Ash’s chest and walked off. Ash followed, but not before shoving Dex. He grinned when Dex fell into Taylor, his cheese snacks soaring through the air and hitting the carpet.“My Cheesy Doodles!” Dex dropped to his hands and knees. “Noooooo! They were so young. So delicious.

I know I lose my way sometimes, but if you're here, I'll always find my way back.

I'll always be here, because with everyday that passes, I find new ways to love you.

I am fucking charming!” Dex shouted, his entire face going beet red. “I am the most charming motherfucker you will ever know, so kiss my perfectly perky ass!