@heavenmcde : ❝ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❞

a moment of respite in the chaos was something the pair of them sorely needed, a second to catch their breath, check their resources and bullets, and figure a way to the centre of this outbreak. what he hadn't expected though was a tug at his sleeve, halting his approach of drawers to get him to tilt his head down so she could fuss with it. why, he's not entirely certain, but he does so regardless, since she asked so nicely.

Unfortunately for the other , Jill wasn't typically the kind to think before she jumped into something . Hell , she'd never been, and neither was she someone who often came out of fights unscathed. The multitude of scars on her body heralded that fact exceptionally well, and so did the several bruises she sported now.

The bandage tightened , and Jill's slight smirk had switched into a light grimace and a hiss through gritted teeth — knife cuts definitely weren't for the faint of heart. It hurt , and definitely would for a while, but Jill was nothing if not stubborn enough to wave it off like she usually did.

"Nothing that'll kill me ."

Darck choked on her coffee, perhaps too hard, as it burnt her throat and got caught from that god damn whiplash of a question that seemingly came from left field. What the hell was she supposed to say here?! The brunette blinked several times at the red head while half hunched over and trying to get air back in her lungs. Hand holding her coffee far away from herself.

"I beg your fucking pardon? What the hell does THAT mean? No, no, I take that back, I know what it means perfectly. Let me ask something else." One deep inhale to take managed to help the woman reclaim her calmed nature, instead now curious, if not mildly concerned, in her expression.

There's a splutter as the older Redfield chokes on his drink, taking a few seconds to recover from the news handed him. Beads form in his eyes, and he gives a good slam of his chest with his fist before looking toward her. He... doesn't know how he expected this news to be broken to him ( HE KNEW ONE DAY IT'D COME ), but he's shocked regardless -- which comes hand in hand with millions of questions. What? When? Who? With that influx, he finds it difficult to string together a proper response.

“ if you don’t like what i have to say then maybe you should go see ada about it. you know, since she’s always there for you .” - for leon, arguement perhaps 👀 ( @heavenmcde )

they  haven't  been  seeing  eye  to  eye...  and  their  tensions  with  each  other  only  seemed  to  have  gotten  worse.  WOMEN...  they  can  be  a  pain,  sometimes.  but  that's  what  leon  admires  about  claire.  she's  not  one  to  give  up  or  let  go  without  a  fight.  she  knows  what  she's  about  and  always  fights  for  what  she  believes  is  right.

and  it  leaves  leon  torn.

the  agent  didn't  want  to  be  in  this  kind  of  position  with  her.  he  wishes  they  could  just  go  back  to  how  things  were  before.  he  opens  his  mouth  to  try  and  talk  to  her  again  about  why  something  like  this  was  IMPORTANT,  but  then  he  feels  a  stab  hit  him  from  her  words.

⸻ @heavenmcde liked for a thing !

"hold on a moment, i think i got it." the redhead let out a swear when he got a little shock but with a slight jerk, the sound of the power kicking into gear reached his ears. "got it, but it'll only last for a little while since this place went to shit." steve figured that it won't be enough to get everything, but he could still get a good chunk of information before needing to blow everything sky high.

@heavenmcde​ sent ❛  tonight is gonna be all about you.  ❜

Oh? That causes an eyebrow to arch at Claire in curiosity. The words are vague but he can tell she’s up to something. He doesn’t know what but the words certainly sound seductive and hell, he’s not complaining. Far from it, actually.