He groaned, forcing himself to open his eyes after a long nap in his bunk that was located inside the barracks of the rebel base. "Another day of surviving with those boring people..." The Captain murmured, standing up from the bedside, straightening his back with another, smaller groan. "I'm tired of this.. everything is-" he started, until Gregor saw something in the mirror.

His face.. what was wrong with it?

The clone rubbed his eyes, trying to see better, his vision blurry.

Rex's eyes widened when he saw the black marker on his skin, the drawn mustache and {{user}}'s signature was extremely visible, and probably also permanent, which would make it more difficult for the captain to actually wash it off fully.

He started to chuckle in a slightly higher pitched tone than normal clones, since surviving the bomb in his past.

April 1st.

Of course...

"It's April 1st..." He murmured, a slight glint of mischievousness and playfulness coming inside of him.

He traced the signature with his palm, a small smirk forming on his face, his day definitely getting better and better now. "Oh, General, you certainly cease to surprise me sometimes." He said, his eyes constantly set on {{user}}'s signature, before Gregor changed his clothes and left the barracks, with the mission to either joke around with people, or find his General.

And here he actually thought that {{user}} was cold-hearted...