#arkthompsons

Claire and Ark have been sitting here for the better part of an hour. she isn't exactly thrilled by the tedious paperwork they've been looking through, especially when it relates to her ex-fiancé. her tendency to ignore red flags is almost comical at this point, but nothing about Ark is burning red. well. that's not true - his passion is. his kiss is. his desire is. Claire takes no time at all pushing herself up from the rolling chair she's been sitting in to meet his lips, eyes fluttering shut.

WITHOUT A DOUBT, THE VIRUS HAS IMPACTED RACHEL’S SENSES. they’re always either going haywire or concerningly numb, and she’s never sure which she’s going to get. today, it’s been leaning towards the latter. well, she isn’t sure. Rachel hasn’t entirely adapted to her various prostheses yet, and Ark is known to be dreadfully quiet.

no. no. no. this is not what leon had meant. they were going to burn themselves out. he was so exhausted from the consistent burnout. the comment about his brain still being active and functioning makes the blonde roll his eyes. it was like ark wanted leon to shove him over, that catty bitch. but ark wasn't necessarily wrong. the amount of concussions he'd actually received because of those motherfucking b.o.w.s was far too high in numbers.

" shut up, " he snarks back, laughing so that ark knows that he was joking. his point was for both of them to at least take shifts. they need to be able to both be in their peak performance. plus, he is exhausted. at some point leon's own drive of going, and going, and going, and going---- it would be the end of him. " hey hold on-- " and then leon's handed ark's jacket and he just sighs and closes his eyes. there's no use fighting ark, he's well aware of his best friend's attitude for well -- everything.

they need to make a plan, they're not being attacked now, but who's to say something couldn't be hot on their trail. even unbothered spaces can seem a bit uneasy for leon. like an animal backed into a corner. that's what he wants to avoid, especially with ark. ( he couldn't forgive himself if something happened to ark thompson. )

Claire taps her foot impatiently. she’s never going back to her miserable life amongst the world of bioterror, but she doesn’t exactly love the whole lot of hurry up and wait she’s been experiencing lately. still, Ark kindly volunteered himself — more like she voluntold him, but whatever — to retrieve those files just out of her reach. Claire can’t complain too much because of that.