Jan 22, 2023
∗ o1﹕ a text sent late at night .
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{text: Chris 0300} There's been an incident on Bravo's latest job. I'm already at the office.
{text: Chris 0301} Please bring coffee when you come in.
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∗ o1﹕ a text sent late at night .
text messages
{text: Chris 0300} There's been an incident on Bravo's latest job. I'm already at the office.
{text: Chris 0301} Please bring coffee when you come in.
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( @keepspromises wrote: ∗ o3﹕ a text sent out of worry . / for karl !
[ Text: Redfield ] You tease me about not using a phone and now you’re the one who’s silent. [ Text: Redfield ] It bothers me. [ Text: Redfield ] respond when you can. Or call. [ Text: Redfield ] Or I will come and find you.
chris, trying to come up with a better pick up like after seeing that photo: uhm - i - do you know cpr? you took my breath away.
( i hate him. but i had to. )
Really? CPR, huh? Well, sounds to me like you're choking on your words a little. Maybe I should get behind you and start trying the heimlich. What do you think?
Considering Wesker’s observant eyes, even with the sunglasses on, it was harder to gain access to the spare keys for S.T.A.R’s office then he would of liked it to be. He could of course asked around; but that would gain suspicion on why he wanted it, and why he didn’t just ask the Captain in the first place for it. After a couple days of planning just how he was going to sneak Wesker’s spare key from him, the night before his plan, he had managed to do it.
Now came the other hard part — getting into work before Wesker. Both of them, were early risers, although the older man always seemed to be there before Chris. This time, he made sure he would be the first one there. So, before the morning traffic had even thought about getting busy, Chris was in the RPD, in S.T.A.R’s designated area, in Wesker’s office.
There, he left a small box, a nice silver watch snuggly fitted inside it. It looked expensive; and perhaps it was. Maybe, Chris has been saving up to buy him this watch, for his birthday. Maybe to show him he cared. He left the box with its content on the desk, and a note next to; just short and sweet.
Happy Birthday. Dinner tonight?
Yours, Chris.
For now, Chris would be in the break room, the S.T.A.R’s office locked behind him, key in his pocket until Wesker got into work.
The morning started as any other would-- wake up, coffee, breakfast, more coffee, get ready for work, more coffee on the way to the office, unlock everything and get ready for the day....
And then he spies the box on his desk. He certainly hadn't left anything out the night before.... He moves over to it, head tilted slightly in curiosity, and opens it to reveal an admittedly beautiful watch.... The note beside it reveals the sender, and seemingly in spite of himself, Wesker smiles. His right hand moves to his left wrist, unfastening his current timepiece and slipping it into his pocket before he puts the new one on instead, taking a moment to study the way it looks on his wrist before nodding in approval.
He's not sure how, exactly, Chris managed to sneak into his office to pull this off, but it's a very nice gift. He'll have to thank him tonight at dinner.
( @keepspromises wrote: [ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ]: receiver notices something different about sender. ( injury )
It started as something small, minor, like the sudden stiffness when he moved a certain way or how he didn’t want to fully lean back or would manoeuvre himself away from being touched in that area. It wasn’t by much, very fluent, and if he hadn’t been observant and caught that first silent hiss he might have overlooked it as one of his own quirks. But being versed in scars, injuries and Chris’s normal behaviour he had picked up on it and started to watch.
It came to a tipping point however when even he could no longer ignore the smell he knew he was trying to cover up with something. It had worked well because Karl hadn’t been able to pick up on anything until the smell of infection hit his nose.
Chris had walked past him and it was then that his hand shot out and grabbed the back of his shirt between his shoulder blades to stop him. “Enough of these fucking charades, Chris.” he said and let go of the shirt, only to grip his arm instead so he wouldn’t run away from him. “It’s getting worse, show me. How long did you think you’d be able to hide it from me?”
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∗ o3﹕ a text sent out of worry .
text messages
{text: Chris, 0716} You're late for work.
{text: Chris, 0717} This isn't like you; is everything alright?
{text: Chris, 0739} Please let me know if you're okay.
∗ o7﹕ a text to get back in touch .
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{text: Chris, 1129} Chris. I heard you were in town.
{text: Chris, 1130} I know a good steakhouse, if you're interested.
My eyesight is perfectly fine, actually. You just need to better at lying.
"Am I lying - or are you so desperate to see things that are not truly there that you will put meaning to things that mean nothing?
You remind me of the spectators of old paintings who search reverently for symbolism in every stroke of paint. Sometimes a bowl of fruit is just a bowl of fruit Chris."