Albert Wesker (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
manufactured) wrote2017-04-30 12:43 am
manufactured) wrote2017-04-30 12:43 am
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Albert Wesker. Pharmaceutical Research and Development. This surely won't end poorly.
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[Generally Wesker doesn't open the door for a while, so Silver doesn't even bother to ring a doorbell and instead starts slamming his hand on his door.]
Hey, Wesker! You alive in there?
[He's not sure if today was a particularly good day to check on him, given that he has a little alligator riding on his damn shoulders, but here he is, knocking away. ...A lot.
Come on buddy, open up.]
Hey, Wesker! You alive in there?
[He's not sure if today was a particularly good day to check on him, given that he has a little alligator riding on his damn shoulders, but here he is, knocking away. ...A lot.
Come on buddy, open up.]
[...Why.
At this rate it isn't that he minds company, or even that he minds unannounced company - though he certainly does, and he...uh, certainly does - so much as it is just the aggressive banging that's accompanying all of it. It's one of those things that he hates because it works, and that's presumably why Silver's doing it, and to his credit Wesker will let him do it for decidedly longer than necessary because he's just goddamn like that.
The biggest indication that he's not going to just ignore Silver entirely is probably the sound of one of his dogs quite abruptly shutting up; the others are at least less excitable in circumstances like this - they'd be pretty damn riled if Silver just tried to open the damn door without all of this process beforehand, but at least his voice is familiar. There's always got to be one, though, and in this case the "one" is Wesker's most recent acquisition - decidedly less bitey nowadays, but still difficult to deal with and, y'know, eighty pounds of Weimaraner.
But you know what, he gets Apollo to chill the hell out and that's probably a good indication that he'll be there eventually, and he'll open the door and Apollo will remain chilled the hell out until he sees the crocodile.
So you know, this'll be fine for maybe two minutes, if we're doing really well.]
Very much still alive, if a bit finished with the day already.
[Dog, don't you give him a reason, stay back- ]
...Dare I ask where you obtained that.
[You know, the...crocodile. What is it doing with its face? Should it be doing that with its face, why is its face doing that.]
At this rate it isn't that he minds company, or even that he minds unannounced company - though he certainly does, and he...uh, certainly does - so much as it is just the aggressive banging that's accompanying all of it. It's one of those things that he hates because it works, and that's presumably why Silver's doing it, and to his credit Wesker will let him do it for decidedly longer than necessary because he's just goddamn like that.
The biggest indication that he's not going to just ignore Silver entirely is probably the sound of one of his dogs quite abruptly shutting up; the others are at least less excitable in circumstances like this - they'd be pretty damn riled if Silver just tried to open the damn door without all of this process beforehand, but at least his voice is familiar. There's always got to be one, though, and in this case the "one" is Wesker's most recent acquisition - decidedly less bitey nowadays, but still difficult to deal with and, y'know, eighty pounds of Weimaraner.
But you know what, he gets Apollo to chill the hell out and that's probably a good indication that he'll be there eventually, and he'll open the door and Apollo will remain chilled the hell out until he sees the crocodile.
So you know, this'll be fine for maybe two minutes, if we're doing really well.]
Very much still alive, if a bit finished with the day already.
[Dog, don't you give him a reason, stay back- ]
...Dare I ask where you obtained that.
[You know, the...crocodile. What is it doing with its face? Should it be doing that with its face, why is its face doing that.]
Albert, have you tried the blueberries?!
[Has he tried the- ]
Judging from the excitement involved here, I'm going to assume you just did.
Judging from the excitement involved here, I'm going to assume you just did.
[This month's been absolute garbage and Jaeger's done dealing with it, so the text to Wesker this evening is surprisingly blunt and to the point for once.]
Come drinking with me! Let's have some fun tonight, shall we? ☆
[And of course he's just assuming that Wesker doesn't have anything better to do...]
Come drinking with me! Let's have some fun tonight, shall we? ☆
[And of course he's just assuming that Wesker doesn't have anything better to do...]
[...That really is impressively to-the-point, isn't it, are you sick - ]
How surprisingly straightforward of you. Dare I ask the occasion?
How surprisingly straightforward of you. Dare I ask the occasion?
[It's a wonderful clear day, the sun is shining, and Silver... Silver starts knocking on Wesker's door, since it's been about a month since he last checked to see if the guy keeled over or not.]
Hey, open up! I didn't bring any friends this time!
[...He still has his Totodile around, of course, but he's finally starting to learn about the convenience of the damn ball he showed up in. It's a damn shame, too, since he also brought two super soakers that he... Probably didn't just borrow from someone's lawn, maybe, and spraying water is sort of his little buddy's forte, but oh well.]
Hey, open up! I didn't bring any friends this time!
[...He still has his Totodile around, of course, but he's finally starting to learn about the convenience of the damn ball he showed up in. It's a damn shame, too, since he also brought two super soakers that he... Probably didn't just borrow from someone's lawn, maybe, and spraying water is sort of his little buddy's forte, but oh well.]
[Aaand there go the dogs, give him a second to quiet them down and...put Apollo up somewhere, honestly, because friends or not that has potential to be a mess. Child, why do you insist on doing this sort of thing- ]
Did you need something, or...?
Did you need something, or...?
I have to "spar" with somebody for a bingo square, but I don't know how to fight, at all. But I'm going to blackout this stupid bingo card and water gun fights don't count, I checked.
So, can you punch me a couple times? I'll attempt to fight back, but realistically this is going to end up with me being a moving punching bag and I'm okay with that.
So, can you punch me a couple times? I'll attempt to fight back, but realistically this is going to end up with me being a moving punching bag and I'm okay with that.
[...WELL, THIS IS...HAPPENING?]
I suppose I don't see why not. Although I'll admit to some curiosity - why are you asking me for this, of all people?
I suppose I don't see why not. Although I'll admit to some curiosity - why are you asking me for this, of all people?
Hey, Wesker.
Do you even answer your texts?
Well, I guess I'm gonna find out.
Do you even answer your texts?
Well, I guess I'm gonna find out.
I do, yes. They're the one thing that I've found acceptable about this app as a whole.
[...WHY IS LITERALLY EVERYONE CALLING HIM THIS WEEK - ]
What is it.
[The question is flat, compared to Yeager's...that; he's not particularly fond of the phone, must we...]
What is it.
[The question is flat, compared to Yeager's...that; he's not particularly fond of the phone, must we...]
So what do I need to bribe you with to get you to chocobo race with me?
[That's texted to Wesker with absolutely no context today.]
[That's texted to Wesker with absolutely no context today.]
Well, will you look at that. I already regret informing you that I answer texts.
[Purposefully dial a wrong number and have a conversation with a stranger... that certainly can't be too difficult. After all, a stranger is just a friend you haven't made yet! Or a friendly acquaintance anyway.]
Hello there! I'm Goro Akechi, and I'd like to have a five minute conversation with you, if you aren't too busy.
[And even if you are. Please.]
Hello there! I'm Goro Akechi, and I'd like to have a five minute conversation with you, if you aren't too busy.
[And even if you are. Please.]
[Well, this is surely happening.]
...As long as this doesn't end in you asking me to punch you in the face, I have five minutes.
...As long as this doesn't end in you asking me to punch you in the face, I have five minutes.
[It's Saturday, it's a day off, and Silver packs Totodile in his bag- Aoi has no problems with sitting around while Silver goes places, and it's fun to people watch like this- before heading to the most important place imaginable. The comic book store, of course. A treasure trove of new weekly comics, the manga section, and merchandise as far as the eye can see. And to think that in less than a week, ReCon's going to be this and so much more...
...And to think that he'd run into Wesker here, of all people.]
You know, when you said you leave your house sometimes, I didn't think this is what you meant.
...And to think that he'd run into Wesker here, of all people.]
You know, when you said you leave your house sometimes, I didn't think this is what you meant.
[You know, there are only so many things you can do in a situation like this; ignoring Silver is out of the question (he'll just do the damn verbal equivalent of pounding on the door for twenty minutes) and trying to deny anything is utterly pointless, so the one remaining option is just to continue looking at...whatever he's looking at (and honestly, he's zoned out so hard on what he's looking at that it's going to take him a moment to remember what he's doing but for now, whatever it is, it's probably fine), and not look over at the boy, and just sort of own it in a sort of quiet, mildly irritated sort of way.
So that's what he's going to do.]
I'm full of surprises like that, I suppose.
[Did you want something, or...]
So that's what he's going to do.]
I'm full of surprises like that, I suppose.
[Did you want something, or...]
8/15
Wesker! Are you around?
There's a lot of weird shit going on here. I'm in some sort of reality-bending maze under the graveyard? I don't know, this is really damn weird. There was an entire desert in the room I was just in? It was a pretty tiny desert, I guess, but it was there!
And I'm pretty sure that's not the only example of really weird things going on here, either. We were talking about different worlds and all of that a while back, and this is probably a ridiculous idea and sounds like a conspiracy theory, but what if whatever is going on is because a bunch of realities all got mashed together?
8/24
I THINK RETROSPEC IS KIDNAPPING PEOPLE FROM OTHER WORLDS OR REALITIES OR SOMETHING?
There's someone from Retrospec here who said something about how she's from a dead world or something like that? Something fucking weird is going on
[You know he's serious because Zaveid never curses like that.]
Edited (we got ourselves an NPC bombshell) 2017-08-24 19:02 (UTC)
[sent at the start of the event]
Hey Wesker, you alive? Send me a text when you get this.
I'll keep my sappy sentimental stuff to myself. Just checking in on you.
[sent around 8/14]
Thanks for the medicine. It works great. Not sure how well I'd be doing without it.
I'd love to tell you more, but my battery's running low. See you when I make it out of the jungle temple.
If we make it out.
A month or something after we make it out, since I'm still banned from your house.
Hope you got better at shooting a gun.
Hey Wesker, you alive? Send me a text when you get this.
I'll keep my sappy sentimental stuff to myself. Just checking in on you.
[sent around 8/14]
Thanks for the medicine. It works great. Not sure how well I'd be doing without it.
I'd love to tell you more, but my battery's running low. See you when I make it out of the jungle temple.
If we make it out.
A month or something after we make it out, since I'm still banned from your house.
Hope you got better at shooting a gun.
[There's a photo of what appears to be a giant monster lying in the ground. There's fire everywhere, and the exhibits in the distance indicate that this is somewhere in the zoo.]
Your suggestion helped.
Busy putting out my fires now.
Your suggestion helped.
Busy putting out my fires now.
Albert, are you there?
You aren't, are you?
Please respond if you are.
I thought so.
I'm sorry I left it at that in those last texts a few days ago, if you ever receive those. Both of my boys are missing, and I've been at my wits end. Today, I finally saw your name on the list of missing people we've compiled, and there's so many others. Forty or more. Are you all in the same place? If you are, I hope you're looking out for people. I know you're not really the most social or kind of people, but I know you're responsible and capable.
It's probably why we've kept up this whole "dating" thing as long as we have, though I think we both know we're comically incompatible in that field.
... That isn't something I should be sending in a text I don't know if you'll get.
Please be safe, Albert.
On our end, Retrospec assigned us into teams named after drinks. There's a a few of them, all of the names more silly than the last and all of them off doing all sorts of other adventures. I'll be honest, I've barely paid attention to whatever anyone else is doing, so if you're interested in that you'll have to ask them if you get back.
When you get back.
I guess some stupid "unreality storm" or something knocked you and the other people out of reality. and now Retrospec's assigned us to clean up the mess, killing monsters, powering up things, and finding some security officer trapped in a library.
My team's called Brandywine, by the way.
If there's still a storm out by you, I hope it's not as insane as it could be.
You've been good to me for years, Albert.
We'll rescue you lot yet. I know you're not the type to worry, and you won't get these anyway of course.
But for my own peace of mind, please don't worry.
You aren't, are you?
Please respond if you are.
I thought so.
I'm sorry I left it at that in those last texts a few days ago, if you ever receive those. Both of my boys are missing, and I've been at my wits end. Today, I finally saw your name on the list of missing people we've compiled, and there's so many others. Forty or more. Are you all in the same place? If you are, I hope you're looking out for people. I know you're not really the most social or kind of people, but I know you're responsible and capable.
It's probably why we've kept up this whole "dating" thing as long as we have, though I think we both know we're comically incompatible in that field.
... That isn't something I should be sending in a text I don't know if you'll get.
Please be safe, Albert.
On our end, Retrospec assigned us into teams named after drinks. There's a a few of them, all of the names more silly than the last and all of them off doing all sorts of other adventures. I'll be honest, I've barely paid attention to whatever anyone else is doing, so if you're interested in that you'll have to ask them if you get back.
When you get back.
I guess some stupid "unreality storm" or something knocked you and the other people out of reality. and now Retrospec's assigned us to clean up the mess, killing monsters, powering up things, and finding some security officer trapped in a library.
My team's called Brandywine, by the way.
If there's still a storm out by you, I hope it's not as insane as it could be.
You've been good to me for years, Albert.
We'll rescue you lot yet. I know you're not the type to worry, and you won't get these anyway of course.
But for my own peace of mind, please don't worry.
Edited 2017-08-18 17:33 (UTC)
[Week 1, Day 1: 12:30 PM]
I can't believe we got separated after all of our hard work!
[Week 1, Day 1: 12:30 PM]
Oh, it looks like these aren't going through.
[Week 1, Day 1: 12:31 PM]
Oh well, I'm going to continue texting you anyway in the hopes that this will go through eventually.
[Week 1, Day 1: 12:33 PM]
I've found myself in a jungle with eleven others. I only recognize one of them, Silver. It seems we're supposed to take one of two paths to make it out of here.
[Week 1, Day 1: 12:35 PM]
I don't have any intention of dying here, though it may be awhile before we find our way back to civilization.
[Week 1, Day 5: 3:50 PM]
We've made it safely to a camp. Silver and I had a fun time fighting off a giant fire-breathing lizard! Don't worry, we're safe.
[Week 1, Day 5: 3:51 PM]
I'm trying to save my battery in case I need it. I don't know what I'd need it for since the network still seems to be down. But I'll update you whenever I can.
[Week 2, Day 1: 6:12 PM]
We're in some kind of temple now! From the looks of it we need to find pieces to complete a scarab beetle, though I have no idea where that will lead us.
[Week 2, Day 1: 6:14 PM]
We'll start properly exploring the temple tomorrow; I'll keep you updated on anything big we find but for now just assume that I'm doing alright!
[Week 2, Day 1: 6:15 PM]
I'm not sure why I feel the need to tell you that. I don't know if you're in danger or if you're hurt or if you're even worried about me in the first place.
[Week 2, Day 1: 6:15 PM]
Talking like that isn't going to help, it's just wasting my battery. Sorry.
[Week 2, Day 1: 6:16 PM]
I hope I'll see you again soon.
[Week 2, Day 3: 4:45 AM]
I don't think I can do this anymore. I nearly died twice today. I don't know if I can make it home.
[Week 2, Day 3: 4:47 AM]
I miss you. Is that weird to admit? I don't really care, it's not like you're going to see it. I just want to go home.
[Week 2, Day 3: 4:50 AM]
Would anyone even miss me if I died here? The only friend I have now is you. I suppose my family would miss me, but how long would it take them to realize I was dead? What if Retrospec covers this whole thing up?
[Week 2, Day 3: 4:53 AM]
I'm going back to bed. If you don't hear from me soon then assume I've been killed by the traps in this temple.
[Week 2, Day 5: 2:21 PM]
Still alive. If those texts go through, please ignore them. I'll make it out of here, I promise.
[Week 2, Day 6: 10:30 AM]
My battery's almost gone so I just wanted to tell you that I'm still alive. I think we're close to solving the puzzle. Maybe we'll be able to escape soon.
[Week 2, Day 6: 10:31 AM]
Please be safe. I don't know what I'll do if I get out of this mess and find out that you've been hurt or killed.
[Week 2, Day 6: 10:32 AM]
Here's hoping I'll see you soon.
I can't believe we got separated after all of our hard work!
[Week 1, Day 1: 12:30 PM]
Oh, it looks like these aren't going through.
[Week 1, Day 1: 12:31 PM]
Oh well, I'm going to continue texting you anyway in the hopes that this will go through eventually.
[Week 1, Day 1: 12:33 PM]
I've found myself in a jungle with eleven others. I only recognize one of them, Silver. It seems we're supposed to take one of two paths to make it out of here.
[Week 1, Day 1: 12:35 PM]
I don't have any intention of dying here, though it may be awhile before we find our way back to civilization.
[Week 1, Day 5: 3:50 PM]
We've made it safely to a camp. Silver and I had a fun time fighting off a giant fire-breathing lizard! Don't worry, we're safe.
[Week 1, Day 5: 3:51 PM]
I'm trying to save my battery in case I need it. I don't know what I'd need it for since the network still seems to be down. But I'll update you whenever I can.
[Week 2, Day 1: 6:12 PM]
We're in some kind of temple now! From the looks of it we need to find pieces to complete a scarab beetle, though I have no idea where that will lead us.
[Week 2, Day 1: 6:14 PM]
We'll start properly exploring the temple tomorrow; I'll keep you updated on anything big we find but for now just assume that I'm doing alright!
[Week 2, Day 1: 6:15 PM]
I'm not sure why I feel the need to tell you that. I don't know if you're in danger or if you're hurt or if you're even worried about me in the first place.
[Week 2, Day 1: 6:15 PM]
Talking like that isn't going to help, it's just wasting my battery. Sorry.
[Week 2, Day 1: 6:16 PM]
I hope I'll see you again soon.
[Week 2, Day 3: 4:45 AM]
I don't think I can do this anymore. I nearly died twice today. I don't know if I can make it home.
[Week 2, Day 3: 4:47 AM]
I miss you. Is that weird to admit? I don't really care, it's not like you're going to see it. I just want to go home.
[Week 2, Day 3: 4:50 AM]
Would anyone even miss me if I died here? The only friend I have now is you. I suppose my family would miss me, but how long would it take them to realize I was dead? What if Retrospec covers this whole thing up?
[Week 2, Day 3: 4:53 AM]
I'm going back to bed. If you don't hear from me soon then assume I've been killed by the traps in this temple.
[Week 2, Day 5: 2:21 PM]
Still alive. If those texts go through, please ignore them. I'll make it out of here, I promise.
[Week 2, Day 6: 10:30 AM]
My battery's almost gone so I just wanted to tell you that I'm still alive. I think we're close to solving the puzzle. Maybe we'll be able to escape soon.
[Week 2, Day 6: 10:31 AM]
Please be safe. I don't know what I'll do if I get out of this mess and find out that you've been hurt or killed.
[Week 2, Day 6: 10:32 AM]
Here's hoping I'll see you soon.
Please come back soon. I know you probably don't have a choice about that, you don't seem like the type of person who'd go 'Ha-ha, I'm going to erase my existence from the minds of everyone not on Retrospec and make myself impossible to contact!' but I really hope you come back soon anyway. I miss talking to you. I miss you.
[Staying in Wesker's house is nice, even if Jaeger is afraid of Wesker's dogs. They shouldn't be a problem though, since Wesker keeps them occupied. Come to think of it, he's been spending more time with the dogs than he has been with Jaeger himself, which is definitely odd.
Sometime in the late morning before noon Jaeger will start hanging out in the kitchen hoping to catch Wesker whenever he comes down for food. The man's gotta eat lunch at some point, right? So here he is. Waiting. It's not like he's worried or anything; surely there's a perfectly good explanation for why Wesker's been distant lately.
...
Okay, so maybe he's a little worried, but he's doing his damned best not to let it show on his face.]
Sometime in the late morning before noon Jaeger will start hanging out in the kitchen hoping to catch Wesker whenever he comes down for food. The man's gotta eat lunch at some point, right? So here he is. Waiting. It's not like he's worried or anything; surely there's a perfectly good explanation for why Wesker's been distant lately.
...
Okay, so maybe he's a little worried, but he's doing his damned best not to let it show on his face.]
[Wesker has been distant lately.
It's not something he's been doing intentionally, per se - he's been spending a fair amount of time with the dogs or in his room (...or both, let's be honest), but that's been more due to the fact that he's been a bit up in his head recently. So he's been spending a lot of time alone, or surrounded by the dogs, and he's been trying not to think about things and even when Jaeger is around he's been decidedly quieter than usual.
...That's probably saying something, honestly.
But there is at least something of a point to be made in that Wesker does have to eat at some point; Jaeger likely won't be waiting long, even - Wesker will be in here eventually, and he'll look about as put-together as he always does, though he'll give the man a strange look due to the fact that he's apparently just sort of...hovering around in here as opposed to doing anything in particular.]
...Did you need something, or...?
It's not something he's been doing intentionally, per se - he's been spending a fair amount of time with the dogs or in his room (...or both, let's be honest), but that's been more due to the fact that he's been a bit up in his head recently. So he's been spending a lot of time alone, or surrounded by the dogs, and he's been trying not to think about things and even when Jaeger is around he's been decidedly quieter than usual.
...That's probably saying something, honestly.
But there is at least something of a point to be made in that Wesker does have to eat at some point; Jaeger likely won't be waiting long, even - Wesker will be in here eventually, and he'll look about as put-together as he always does, though he'll give the man a strange look due to the fact that he's apparently just sort of...hovering around in here as opposed to doing anything in particular.]
...Did you need something, or...?
[Returning to his house has been easy enough, but what hasn't been easy is dealing with the crushing sense of loneliness that comes with it. Jaeger really does miss spending time with Wesker and even though it's only been a few days since he last saw the man he's already seeking out his companionship again. So after calling him and arranging to come over, Jaeger shows up on Wesker's doorstep, knocking and waiting for the dogs to go crazy.
...He's missed being here, even if it's only been a few days since he left.]
...He's missed being here, even if it's only been a few days since he left.]
[What ensues is likely expected by now, really - the dogs go insane for a brief while only to be calmed down, it takes Wesker several long moments to get to the door, and at the end of it all they'll probably end up in the study because that's just what they do. Jaeger's presence is also expected, honestly; Wesker had expected as much to happen eventually, just because Jaeger hasn't been making much of a secret of preferring Wesker's presence to his absence.]
Well, come in, then.
Well, come in, then.
Hello.
Would you be free to go out for tea sometime?
Would you be free to go out for tea sometime?
[...Well, hello there.]
Of course. Did you have a specific time in mind?
Of course. Did you have a specific time in mind?
Did I ever ask you what your dogs' names are?
[...Even if a bit got cut off of this one, at least it's coherent.]
[...Even if a bit got cut off of this one, at least it's coherent.]
[...You know, that's better than a lot of things that he's going to get eventually, so he'll take it.]
I don't believe so. Why do you ask?
I don't believe so. Why do you ask?
[ . . . ]
A highly valid question, I'm sure, and if I'd said anything of the sort I would tell you.
Who might this be?
A highly valid question, I'm sure, and if I'd said anything of the sort I would tell you.
Who might this be?
...Not only do I not understand what prompted this, I believe we've had this discussion before.
[...........Hi, Jaeger?]
[...........Hi, Jaeger?]
I mean way bigger.
The kind of enormous that's both exciting and a little terrifying.
The kind of enormous that's both exciting and a little terrifying.
Good to see that you're describing your alligator to someone.
[Because the chance you are actually talking about anything else is literally zero.]
[Because the chance you are actually talking about anything else is literally zero.]
It's just that every time I look at the texts he sent my heart squeezes and I die a little on the inside.
I'm sure that eventually, someone is going to tell you that you ought to tell him how you feel in some way or another. Be honest about it with both him and yourself, and make a decision about how you plan to progress from there.
However, that sort of advice tends to lead to abject humiliation of at least one involved party in some way or another, and I'm going to trust that you know how to read a room with this person in it better than I do in terms of how to progress.
[..............thanks, Wesker.]
However, that sort of advice tends to lead to abject humiliation of at least one involved party in some way or another, and I'm going to trust that you know how to read a room with this person in it better than I do in terms of how to progress.
[..............thanks, Wesker.]
[The weekend's finally here and while this whole week has been sort of an Experience with the text misfires, it's certainly better than being stuck in a jungle.
Jaeger's in a good mood when he shows up at Wesker's doorstep (after letting him know when he'd be over, of course; the last thing he needs is to deal with Wesker's dogs if he shows up unexpected) and he'll wait patiently to be let in.
It's stupid, but he really has missed being here. It's not that he feels safer here (although maybe he should, given the dogs); just being in Wesker's house makes him feel a lot less lonely though, and he's glad Wesker doesn't seem to mind it any.]
Jaeger's in a good mood when he shows up at Wesker's doorstep (after letting him know when he'd be over, of course; the last thing he needs is to deal with Wesker's dogs if he shows up unexpected) and he'll wait patiently to be let in.
It's stupid, but he really has missed being here. It's not that he feels safer here (although maybe he should, given the dogs); just being in Wesker's house makes him feel a lot less lonely though, and he's glad Wesker doesn't seem to mind it any.]
[This week certainly has been an Experience; though Wesker has largely been keeping to himself - just home and work and that's it, most days - he's spent more time than he normally would with a few people and as such...well, it'd be a bit much to say he feels better about this entire fiasco (especially given several physical changes that aren't immediately obvious but he is very, very aware that they're there) but it's done something for his mood regardless. That, combined with the notion that Jaeger's presence is vastly preferred to his absence nowadays, has ensured that his spirits are reasonably high for the time being - it's not immediately obvious to most, maybe, but Jaeger likely knows him well enough to be able to tell when he's worked up and when he's not even if he's quiet, and he certainly seems more genuinely calm than cold.
That said, the dogs have been put up well in advance of Jaeger's arrival; even if they're loud, they'll settle soon enough - Jaeger's presence isn't exactly welcome in their esteemed canine opinion, but at the very least it's familiar and recognized by now as someone who won't stab their owner in the face, probably.]
...Good to see you.
[Come in, then.]
That said, the dogs have been put up well in advance of Jaeger's arrival; even if they're loud, they'll settle soon enough - Jaeger's presence isn't exactly welcome in their esteemed canine opinion, but at the very least it's familiar and recognized by now as someone who won't stab their owner in the face, probably.]
...Good to see you.
[Come in, then.]
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