[h1][center][b][color=black]Rex[/color][/b][/center][/h1]

At the sound of his nickname, Rex's face contorted a bit. He closed his journal, looking up at Skye. "Why are you sneaking around?" he whispered, so Tatsumi wouldn't wake up. "That's a good way to get hurt. Sticking your nose where it shouldn't belong enough times means you usually lose it. My teacher taught me that."

He stood up. Curiously, the young man still had his gloves on. They looked quite old, and the back of the hand had a metal plate with what looked like a paw stamped into it. "There are hallways for a reason," Rex sighed. "I won't snoop. But for now, I need a drink."