#infectati

"Not looking for a relationship right now?" Excella finishes the sentence for him, using her best assumption. With the way he's stammering and carrying on, he's got to be shy..... "That's alright. We don't have to be anything serious...."

More creepy-ass mansions. Usually getting sent on these missions was old hat by now- Go in, snoop around, take whatever evidence she can find, and maybe find an umbrella lab in the basement filled with BOW's.

However, it's a first where there's actual sentient beings living in the mansions... and ones so ACCOMMODATING, even. She'd gotten into a few scuffles with the monsters outside before rushing in there to hide, and once the initial shocks of being confronted- or rather, greeted- and the womans sheer height wore off, she suddenly finds herself sat down on a plush couch while her wounds were being tended too.

She grits her teeth while the woman moves her face, patching a wound on her cheek while Helena stammered and tried to find her voice again.

Of all the things to leave her Non-verbal... Then again, this woman was very clearly the head of the household based on the way she carried herself, and based on the way her eyes looked, Extremely dangerous.

Best to be on her best behavior for a bit...

"Oh fuck me."

There's barely a moment to react, the creature ahead of her easily lifting a giant metal gas container over its head and staring directly at her with full intent to throw it. She's fast, but there's absolutely no way she's outrunning that. There had to be something to hide behind- A car, a brick wall, ANYTHING was better then being out in the open.

She gets that wish in the form of her collar being grabbed as she rushes by a burned out junker of a truck, the action nearly clothes lining her as her feet fall out from under her, and she scrambles in the direction she's yanked. She curls up behind the truck and covers her head and neck as the gas tank explodes not too far away, blowing the glass out of the windows and covering her in shards of it as a result.

One shard cuts down her cheek on its way down, fresh blood now steaming on her face as she lifts her head and turns to look over her supposed savior... Not a face she'd seen before, and he looked like a civilian.

he huffs as eric hovers over him, before swatting his hands up like a cat trying to chase away a prey. he hasn't died yet is something he wants to say, but he can hear chris in his head now telling him that is not something you say to your son. he's really winning father of the year right now, isn't he? his hands fall to cover over his eyes dramatically as leon lets out an anguished groan.

there's about a thirty second pause of silence as leon tries to figure out where he left the will to get off this sofa while his son was judging him. " don't you have a date to get ready for? " little did he know, the date was probably yesterday. " or do i need to call rosemary and tell her my son is grounded for being judgy? "

The sudden and explosive show of affection came after a heated argument, Arch's contract with the BSAA coming to a close and Arch now free to move on to continue his less legal work. And so he had packed up and was in the process of leaving when Jill had knocked on his door.

Arch had told her his plans, noting his imposter syndrome with hanging around well established and much morally cleaner comrades. They ended up blowing up at each other about whether or not he was right to leave and when she followed him out the door into the pouring rain to try and get some distance to clear his head and she had followed...

The party they had been attending had been dreadfully dull. A typical black tie affair with the two there to gather information about someone selling secrets relating to the latest BOW of the hour.

After scanning the crowds and getting something akin to a lead the action lulled a little. So when his partner pulled into the restroom they were passing and got on her tip toes to press her lips to his, Arch more than appriciated the distraction, hitching her leg up so his can run his fingers along her thigh before wandering undernearth to grip her waist.

@infectati sent an incoming transmission // ... "Hey, Aunt Claire? Dad said I should ask you about the hot dog rake? I don't know. I have no memory of this."

the patience in the redhead is wearing thin as she looks at her nephew, her fingers coming to pinch the bridge of her nose for a moment. " cj... " she lets out a little sigh and sits down on the couch next to him. " you know how there are such things as dad jokes. you've probably heard barry say them quite a few times in passing. " she goes on to explain. " your dad is the embodiment of a dad joke. everything about him is a dad joke. including his hot dog rake. " a pause. " if he tries it again, just give him a cosmic brownie or throw one out the window. "