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Ze never exactly questioned Regect's anatomy. He simply assumed the entity didn't have a face or half a torso or whatever. The chain on it's "neck" is just magically attached and so is the one on it's "leg". So imagine his surprise when it starts to rain while they're out getting wood, and the rain drops collide with where his head would be.
"Dude," Ze blurts out, staring at the entity. "You have a head?"
Regect, who had been zoning out for a moment, shakes his "head" and looks at Ze. "Nooo, I'm using my magical ARG powers," he replies sarcastically, dragging out the 'o' in 'no'.
Ze blinks. "Really?"
Regect punches Ze's shoulder. "NO! Of course I have a head, idiot!" he laughs, priding himself in having tricked Ze so easily. Ze grumbles, turning away to keep chopping at the trees surrounding the two. He'd shoot the freak if he wasn't trying to get home as soon as possible. Regect, the lazy bastard, stands around staring at Ze and rubbing at his partially-invisible arm. Ze scoffs and whips around, glaring at the would-be taller entity if not for the lack of a physical head.
Ze sighs and sticks his axe in a nearby tree. "What is your problem man?" he remarked, putting his hands on his hips.
Regect snaps out of it fairly quickly, flustered. Of course, he'd never admit that. "I don't have a problem, dickhead! It's just.. cold out," he mumbles, crossing his arms defensively. The rain trickles down it's invisible face, outlining what should be there.
It's only now that Ze truly thinks about what Regect could look like. Total chud, or total chad? Who's to say? He may as well ask, right? "What do you even look like?" he questions, squinting at the entity and approaching it slowly.
Regect is visibly flustered by this advancement, his boney tail twitching behind him. "What?" he blurts out, looking away. "How am I supposed to tell you if you can't even see it? What makes you think I can see it?" He puts his clawed hands up, taking a step or two back. He's not quite sure why he's so shaken by the implication that Ze would be touching and poking at his face. It'll probably just end in them beating each other to a pulp, leaving Moe to have to come find them and drag them back over her shoulders.
Ze grins to himself, noticing he's finally gotten to the entity. He brings out his soaked hands toward the invisible space above the oversized golden cuff around it's "neck", only to be abruptly stopped by rough, clawed hands around his wrists. Ze raises an eyebrow, easily overpowering the entity and reaching forward anyway with a giggle.
Regect yelps, turning his "face" away quickly. He can feel his cheeks burning up despite their invisibility. "Dude! Fuck off!" Regect shrieked, stumbling backwards and falling directly on his ass with an 'oof!'. Conveniently, the grip on Ze's wrists brought him tumbling down as well.
And here comes the fighting. A mess of fists, mud, rain, and cussing ensues.
It takes maybe 15 minutes of nothing but fighting before Regect tires out and gives up, falling limp against the wet grass and breathing in heavy huffs. Ze, straddling the entities hips, catches his breath for a long moment with one hand wrapped around the chain connected to Regect's collar, and the other on the entities shoulder to keep it grounded against the Earth. Ze inhales sharply, glaring at the incomplete black mass below him. "Can I touch it now?"
Regect scoffs and turns away, pushing against Ze's chest. He fails to, of course, seeing as it's exhausted all of it's energy trying to beat Ze. He lets his arm fall back down and nods hesitantly. "Yeah okay, whatever," he breathes. Ze looks to be delighted, but Regect knows Ze will never voice that.
Ze exhales and drops Regect's chain, instead using that hand to gently cup the side of it's invisible face. It's weird, being able to feel something that isn't visibly there. Rough skin, but not unpleasant to touch. "You need a skincare routine," Ze quips with a smirk. Regect grumbles in response, subconsciously leaning into Ze's touch despite the insult. As Ze's thumb brushes against his cheek in a gentle motion, his tail thumps against the ground.
Ze, ever the asshole, laughs as he notices the movement. He can feel the glare on Regect's face, and he shakes his head in return. "Nothing, it's.. pff.. nothing." He smiles, moving his hand to run through the entities hair. The ends feel as though the strands have been cut short choppily, and the hair is in between coarse and soft. Regect exhales, relaxing as the man explores his hair. It feels nice, real nice. Nobody's touched his hair in a long, long time. Ze can feel a smile, a genuine one, tug at the corners of his lips.
Regect, not wanting to stay in the rain much longer, squirms and teleports out from under Ze. He laughs, pointing at the poor guy as they fall straight into the mud with a string of cusses.
They run the rest of the way home, Ze chasing the entity with his axe in hand and mud caked into his clothes, hair, and hands.