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Outer!Krieg:

Inner!Krieg: #15. Burger King foot lettuce. The last thing you want in your Burger King burger is somebody's foot fungus.

@milkandsins

"i'm so not pretending! this wasn't my plan!" was it? did she suggest such an unfathomable fix? it wouldn't be the first time, even if they usually have a way of working out... this one unfortunately didn't seem like it's going to end well.

Unexpected was an understatement. Shock ran through his veins, causing his body to tighten as he froze in his spot. Renato was drawn to the killer, but he was smart enough to still be fearful of him. Normally he didn’t have that aspect of situational awareness. Normally he might go up to another killer and poke their cheek, talk to them about anything and everything. Get under their skin. It’s what he does, it’s what he’s good at.

Wesker was different. The air surrounding him was electrifying, in both a good and bad way. The hairs on the back of his neck standing whenever he was around the killer. Yet, a small part of him couldn’t help but be drawn to him. Magnetized.. Always getting a tad too close. The pull stronger than his suspicions.

As their lips touched, a noise escaped Renato. A mixture of excitement and panic coursing through him. His hands eventually finding Albert Weskers shirt. Gripping it tightly, as he fought the urge to pull him closer and push him away. Finally though, his body practically melted into the person he feared. “Mm” Renato hummed. His grip tightening, as he returned the kiss.

He would allow himself to worry and overthink once this was done and he was pushed to the side. That’s what would happen right? Wesker didn’t actually want more from someone like him right? What could someone so powerful, so commanding, want with the meek, overly talkative—- sensitive, unaware of personal space unless it was his own, survivor like him? Yes his outlook on life was different than most, he saw beauty where no one else did —- but that couldn’t be beneficial to Wesker, could it?

Marcel couldn't stop the small chuckle that escaped his lips. As she stole not just one, but many kisses. Not that he minded, he'd give her as many as she wanted. Arms moving to wrap around her waist, pulling her body flush against his. Nipping her bottom lip playfully.