Wesker is 6'3 👀
"You must have scared the shit out of the other researchers back in the day. Don't remember a single one of them being taller than me."
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Wesker is 6'3 👀
"You must have scared the shit out of the other researchers back in the day. Don't remember a single one of them being taller than me."
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"You drool in your sleep." (stakeout S.T.A.R.S mission? Hello, I hope this is okay!)
@vvcsker Sleep Themed Starter Sentences The Captain's words jolted her back to reality. Jill's hand flew to her knife in reflex but paused when she remembered where they were. How on earth had she managed to fall asleep when they were in the middle of the Arklay Mountains staking out the Spencer Mansion? It was colder than a witch's tit out, but she found a blanket wrapped loosely around her.
To her utter horror she realized that the drool Albert was referring to was coating the shoulder of his uniform. She had fallen asleep on his SHOULDER?! This was apparently Jill's reward for pushing herself all week. She'd worked extra hours and spent extra time in gym to play catch up from a short stint of medical leave. Her weekend plans were supposed to involve passing out in her bed and not waking up until Sunday, but right before closing time Albert asked if she'd accompany him on this little excursion.
She must've been out for quite awhile if she'd reached the drooling stages of sleep — why hadn't he woken her up immediately? It was kind of sweet of him to let her get some rest, but she hadn't expected the extra tenderness of wrapping her up so she wouldn't freeze.
"…mmmsorry Captain I was just resting my eyes," Jill mumbled. They both knew it was a bold-faced lie but she was trying to save a little face. She was about to turn to face him when she noticed a form darting through the treeline. A low howl echoed through the woods. "Pardon my French, sir, but what the FUCK is that?" she cried.
[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.
In all likelihood, neither of them is supposed to be on this floor. Umbrella is strict about the rules, and rightfully so. One cannot force its many departments and their teams into a false sense of rivalry and then allow them to roam the halls freely without some restrictions. He imagines the whole building would have been levelled to ashes by now if they had. It is an observation he makes without ever speaking it into the world. Behind the gilded lustre of the neat-looking glass and silver finishing, there is invisible barbed wire.
A cage inside of another cage.
With crossed arms, he observes the other man for several minutes. Noting the way he moves in the same eerie silence as himself before clearing his throat to announce his presence.
"Doctor Wesker, this is a restricted area. Even for you."
"I hope you realise that everything you do topside is because I allow it." To watch his clone interact with the world was... fascinating, to sat the least. All children must rebel, he supposed, but Zeno was beginning to disappoint him more each time he returned. Especially since he wore his face. Suddenly, Albert found himself remembering that old coot, Spencer, and his lips turned to a thin line.
Albert's thinly-pressed lips aren't as much as mirrored but instead reflected as a barely-concealed smirk, Zeno practically radiating smugness under the scornful expression of his genetic original. Even with the both of them wearing shades, it's obvious the tension between them is thick. Zeno knows he's treading on dangerous ground, risking Albert's ire like this but how can he resist when it's his own damn fault he exists to begin with? "Is that so? And here I was thinking it was because somebody else created me." He says, tone light and airy as though they were merely entertaining polite conversation. This is anything but however and he knows it, Albert having damn good reason to be irritated but Zeno, being younger and hungry to grab every scrap of autonomy he can is heedless of just how deep that line of frustration might run, as shown by the heavy creases in the older man's face. He's tempted to grab a cigarette. Light it up in front of Albert but he doesn't quite dare. Not yet anyway, forcing himself to remain satisfied with this. Still, he can't help but feel a sting of bitter resentment upon looking at the other man. What did it matter what he did with his body? Albert had his own, got to live his own life as he so pleased. All Zeno wanted was the same whenever possible, however fleeting those opportunities might be. One of these days, he'd get to do just that, regardless of whether or not anyone else - including Albert - 'allowed' it or not. "What's the problem anyway? As long as I'm doing everything you ask, can't I have a little fun while I'm at it? God knows you're only interested in work and no play, Wesker."
// I am very new here! But what I have seen so far, I have loved <3 Super keen to interact, I just need to stop being busy so I can toss Wesker at you XD
ehehehe i am always excited for chris & wesker shenanigans! but thank you, i'm so glad you like my chris! i can't wait to see for what we can build with these freaks.
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