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NOAH ISAACS

Albert Wesker. Pharmaceutical Research and Development. This surely won't end poorly.

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[...UHHHHHhhhhh.]

I don't know on either count. Why?

[thesettingsun]

Obviously they're a gift for the occasion! I can't bake well enough to make a wedding cake myself, but flowers I can do.

[He will probably wait until they actually have a date for the wedding... probably. He can always get more.]

[manufactured]

...I suppose I could ask him.

[thesettingsun]

Thank you~~ You're my favorites, of course I'm going to spoil you two ♥

[gushing intensifies, sorry wesker]

[manufactured]

Are we, now.

[This is kind of cute, honestly.]

[thesettingsun]

Of course! Clearly I haven't told you enough how fond of you I am, if it's even in question.

[He guesses he thought Wesker would be awkward about it or something?]

[manufactured]

[He's trying so hard not to be.]

Well, I do have some idea. "Favorite" is a bit more than I expected, however.

[thesettingsun]

[you're doing great sweetie]

Easily in the top ten people anywhere ever.

[manufactured]

[...Ah.]

Really.

[thesettingsun]

Really!

[he would sparkle if he could]

Clearly I haven't been affectionate enough.

[manufactured]

You've been doing well enough, believe me.

[...How...do we affection...]

[thesettingsun]

I could do more if you want.

['Want' is probably not the appropriate word here.]

[manufactured]

That's...fine, really.

[oh my god]

[thesettingsun]

If you insist! I wouldn't want to embarrass you.

[He would absolutely want to embarrass Wesker, and even if they hadn't had a conversation about exactly this yesterday, his expression would say so.]