Ok so for context, the little skirt thing that some of the clowns wear is called a Kama (I'm dumbing it down. I do know the significance of it plz don't come after me)

I would put a picture here, but it's basically a zoomed in photo of a bunch of crotches so... I won't. 

Google it if you really don't know what I'm talking about.

So enjoy this fluffy SHORT one shot with a happy ending.

"You know how to sew, right?" Rex quietly asked Kix.

Kix glanced up from the datapad he was using to complete forms on. "Yes. Mostly medical sutures, but I guess it could be used for fabric."

"I want you to teach me." 

Kix raised an eyebrow. "What's this for? I find it hard to believe you just want another hobby."

Rex fiddled with his vambrace. "It's kind of a secret."

"Shouldn't have said that." Kix grinned. "Now I want to know. I won't teach you to sew until you tell me."

Rex glared at him. "Please, Kix!"

Kix put the datapad down and rested his chin against the palm of his hand, elbow propped up against the desk. "Only if you tell me what it's for."

Rex sighed. "You can't tell anyone."

"I'm good at keeping secrets. You have no idea the things I've seen and heard as a medic." Kix seemed to pale momentarily.

Rex took a deep breath. "I've been seeing someone."

"And you want to learn to sew to make them a plushie?" Kix guessed.

"Not quite." Rex pulled a piece of fabric out of a pouch at his waist. "This is from their shirt. It ripped off after we got chased through a shipyard, but that's another story." 

"What's it for?" Kix curiously asked.

"I want to stitch it into my Kama so they'll always be with me," Rex confessed, his entire face turning red.

Kix pulled out his medkit. "Sounds good to me."

And that's the story of how Rex always had his Cyra'ika with him, even when he lost them after order sixty-six. He never knew what happened to them. He lost contact with them, and they most likely assumed he was dead.

Until one day when he was walking down the streets and someone's bag was snatched. He chased after the thief and returned the bag.

"Cyra'ika?" Rex breathed out as his fingers fumbled with the bag.

They looked up at him with wide eyes. "Rex?"

Then he kissed them, and they wrapped their arms around him.