βWilliam, you wouldnβt happen to still be angry with me for not spending Saturday night here, would you?β
William silently scowls at Wesker, his bitter face a stark contrast to his bright yellow Hawaiian shirt.
βWhy else would you be wearing every article of clothing I loathe?β
Will continues to glare at him and stamps his feet. His sneakers light up in silent anger.
βI told you I had to go to a dinner with the councilwoman.β
William kicks his shoes off dramatically. They hit the wall behind Weskerβs head. He is wearing toe socks.Β
βReally, thatβs disgusting, William. Put these back on. If I see your toes moving individually I will beat you with them.βΒ
Will tears away his apparently tearaway pants, revealing his fuzzy legs sticking out of overly short gym shorts
βNO SHORTS IN THE LAB!β Wesker roars, throwing Willβs shoes at him



















