Wesker Simp.

Throw back to when I thought the person that pucks me up from college arrived to get me but they didn't and it was just a random person that had the same car. I fucking opened the door.

Chris: can you leave? Your murderous aura is really killing my groove.

Chris: Can you keep a secret?

Wesker: all I ask is the you get to know me on an intimate level while I resist and obstruct you from doing so.

Wesker: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume?

Wesker flirting: so, what’s your favourite debilitating disease?

Chris: You saved me. I owe you my life.

Wesker: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?

Wesker, talking to Chris on the phone: Did you preheat the oven like I told you to?

Chris: what’s the height of stupidity?