do you ever think about the fact that Rex bleaches and then shaves his hair on a regular basis
Oh my gosh I have Thoughts™ on this:
Rex is a fake blonde and he goes to a salon to get it died
Rex is a fake blonde and he does it HIMSELF, with the whole little kit and flowery shower cap and everything
Rex gets one of the shinies to help him
Rex is a NATURAL blonde and it just grows like that, but everyone assumes he bleaches it because his eyebrows are dark
rex has really blonde hair but dark stubble
rex has really blonde and hair and light stubble
Rex is a natural blonde but it’s darker than what he has and he specifically bleaches it to make it lighter
I headcanon that Rex is a natural blond. The canon mentions that after Jango’s death the Kaminoans used genetic samples from their most successful clones as templates for the next generations, and that way I can headcanon that Hotshot, the blond clone cadet from the Endurance, is proof that Rex is one of the GAR’s best and became a progenitor to other clones.
Okay, but like, imagine that Anakin feels bad about the clone cadets never getting to finish their tour on the Endurance (and all right, maybe it’s also a great excuse to goof around and show off all his cool Jedi moves to an appreciative audience with no Obi-Wan in the background rolling his eyes), so he invites the cadets to visit the Resolute instead.
The clone cadets step off the shuttle on the Resolute, shuffling nervously down the gangway, and the entire Torrent Company, assembled for pre-battle inspection in the main hangar bay, do a double take at the sight of Hotshot. One hundred plus helmets execute a perfectly synchronous head-turn and stare at mini-Rex. And then the whispers start. And don’t stop.
Hotshot has no idea what’s going on. He never thought much of his hair – yeah, so it’s not brown like his brothers, but random mutations do crop up in the clone genome, he’s got a batcher who has blue eyes and another who’s entirely bald, it’s not big deal. But everyone is looking at him like it is a big deal, and there’s this ARC trooper named Fives who won’t stop following him around and keeps calling him ‘Captain’ and ‘sir’ and salutes him with the worst pokerface Hotshot has ever seen.
Nothing spreads faster than gossip in the GAR. Eighteen decks away, Jesse listens to his comlink and turns to Rex with the largest grin on his face Rex has ever seen.
“Sir,” Jesse says, grabbing a bemused Rex’s hand and shaking it up and down like they’ve seen birthers do in holodramas, “congratulations on becoming a dad!”
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