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NOAH ISAACS

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

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[thesettingsun]

Pumpkin? Sir Cuddlebottom?

[Part of this is going somewhere else and Shuji will have so many regrets.]

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I understand that they're just dogs, but surely they deserve at least some dignity.

[thesettingsun]

That's true. You've never stuffed them in costumes, have you?

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I suspect they would kill me for having the audacity to try it, and I can't say it wouldn't be deserved.

[thesettingsun]

I think there's a special place in purgatory for people who put their dogs in silly clothes.

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Oh, trust me, I agree wholeheartedly. It's not as though the dogs did anything to deserve their owners' poor taste.

[thesettingsun]

Literally no dog deserves this nonsense. And that's one of the least offensive ones.

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...You can tell that the dog doesn't think it deserves that.

[thesettingsun]

That is the face of a dog who doesn't want to be dressed up as a vampire.

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Does anyone, really?

Save for certain occasions, I suppose.

[thesettingsun]

I was going to say 'nobody in their right mind' but apparently, my past self does.

So, nobody in their right mind.

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[What the fuck is this, what does he do with this knowledge.]

...Charming.

[thesettingsun]

Past me was a fuckhead, I knew that already, but now he's a fuckhead with bad taste in clothes.

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If it's any consolation whatsoever, you aren't alone in that regard.

[thesettingsun]

You and I really should complain about our past lives over drinks sometime.

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Perhaps I wouldn't mind that.

[thesettingsun]

Normally I'd suggest the Inkwell, but maybe a public bar isn't the best place to complain about our past selves, people will think we're weirder than we actually are.

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Something like that.

...Come over sometime in the evening this week. Not the weekend, and not Monday night, but any point other than that should be acceptable.

[Given that he's meeting up with Lucian on Monday and dealing with Jaeger over the weekend. But any day, like, Tuesday-Thursday works for him.]

I'll provide the alcohol; if you have any preference with regards to what we're drinking, let me know.

[thesettingsun]

Thursday works for me. I'm not too picky about alcohol, but don't feel like you have to break out the good stuff. I can't see myself swirling a glass of wine and saying 'Ah, the sweet aftertaste of this wine reminds me of my past self flattering people who already obviously know he hates them.'

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Believe it or not, I don't have much preference, either. I usually only drink at others' behest.

[thesettingsun]

In that case, whisky? Or whatever you have laying around.

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Of course.

I'll be expecting you on Thursday, then.

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[thesettingsun]

I'll be there for sure!

[And so around six Thursday evening, Shuji rings Wesker's doorbell. Hi, he's here to complain and also drink.]

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[And you know what, he is also here for complaining and drinking despite the fact that my brain was not here for anything for like the past two weeks, hello. The study is usually where he goes for such things, because he gets wasted like a classy person, and as such he'll bring Shuji back there easily once he's inside. Just...sit somewhere, it's nice and free of dogs that are going to maul you. Everybody wins, clearly.]

Hopefully things haven't been too aggressively surreal for you since we last spoke.

[thesettingsun]

[If the study has books he's absolutely going to take a look at them later, but for now Shuji just has a seat.]

Nothing especially weird this week, thankfully. Just a lot of misdirected texts. Which, sure that's annoying, but the kind of technical difficulty I'd expect from my social media, not 'technical difficulty, we've lost control of reality'.

[He's okay with this event, basically.]