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NOAH ISAACS

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

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[thesettingsun]

The last person who almost punched me, I'm not 100% sure they wouldn't just kill me and make it look like an accident. And you lanced a giant moth, and that was really cool.

If I'm going to get beaten up, at least I want to get beaten up by somebody who can look cool doing it.

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[...]

You know, that's fair.

Whenever you like, then.

[thesettingsun]

[Priorities, he has them.]

Thanks a bunch. I have tomorrow afternoon free, if you're available?

[manufactured]

[I mean, Shuji pretty much just told him "You can punch me in the face and I'll thank you," like hell if he's turning that down.]

Tomorrow will be fine. Do you have a preferred location?

I'm not certain whether this has to be in public or not, or if it's just enough to have done it at all.

[thesettingsun]

It didn't say it had to be in public, and it's probably better to do it in private. Somebody might get the wrong idea if they saw.

[Because it's going to look pretty bad, let's be real.]

[manufactured]

...I have walls and an acceptable security system, so it isn't as though anyone can see it if we do it here.

[thesettingsun]

Works for me. Give me an address and I'll be over around 3.

[manufactured]

[You can have the address, Shuji - he lives over on the rich as fuck side of town, as is probably expected given the, you know, walls and security system. But it's not as though he explicitly minds, as long as people don't make a habit of showing up uninvited.

Like, you know, half the people that have his address.]

[thesettingsun]

[And around 2:50 (he doesn't want to be late for their punching-him-in-the-face and annoy Wesker) Shuji does show up.

...This is a really nice house, dang. Maybe Shuji will have one this nice someday, but probably not.

Oh well. Shuji rings the doorbell (or whatever they have in houses like this) and tries not to fidget.]

[manufactured]

[He'll come to the door eventually, Shuji, don't worry - the dogs are kind of going batshit in a back room somewhere, like they tend to do whenever anyone comes over, but it's not like they're going to maul you or anything, they've been put up and they're well out of sight. Probably for the best, because they're fucking huge dogs.]

Well. Good to see that you're here.

[...How do you greet someone who is here for the explicit purpose of being punched in the face.]

[thesettingsun]

[It's not like Shuji does this all the time, he wouldn't know.]

Thank you for having me. ...Your pets seem pretty excited.

[They're loud as hell, at least.]

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They don't care for strangers very much, and I don't often get visitors.

[...You don't fucking say, Wesker.]

[thesettingsun]

[Somehow, he's not surprised.]

I won't ask to pet them. Can I come in?

[manufactured]

Of course.

[He's got a large foyer that's kind of...devoid of actual decorations that would get in the way of things. Just a very spacious and kind of pretentious room in general. Because of course he does.]

This is where I ended up fighting the last person who asked me to do this. Because apparently I'm popular for this particular request.

[thesettingsun]

You have that kind of look, I guess.

[It's lousy decorating but good for a sparring space.]

So, we should probably have rules before you start beating me up?

[manufactured]

You're welcome to decide on your own restrictions first - it seems only fair, seeing as it's your request to begin with.

[thesettingsun]

I don't really do this much, but, uh... Not the face, please, I can't really hide bruises there and people will worry.

[Even if he says it's for bingo, they might get mad at Wesker for it.]

Not below the belt either.

[Self-explanatory.]

[manufactured]

That sounds fair.

[More or less the same rules as Jaeger put down, then. Only it didn't occur to either of them to actually state that second one, they just sort of...assumed...]

Are you going to start, or are you just going to stand there until I do it? I can't say I care either way.

[...Apparently it's too much to ask that he not be aggressively himself about this for five seconds.]

[thesettingsun]

[He's a weenie and he's going to be explicit about not punching him in the dick.]

Count of three?

[That's the fairest way. Not that this is really fair since he has no combat skills at all, but it'll seem more fair than one of them starting first.]

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...Just hit me and be done with it.

[why.]

[thesettingsun]

Alright, alright...

[Shuji attempts to sock Wesker in the chest. To his credit, he is trying his best, not pulling back the punch or anything. It's an actual punch.

He's just. Not very strong. Or fast. And has no skills or training whatsoever.]

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[...And Wesker has, as of this morning, regained hand-to-hand combat as a skill. Not anything master-level, but enough to twist to the side and catch Shuji's wrist, and try to sweep his legs out from under him to drop him to the floor.

...Yeah.]

[thesettingsun]

[Well. He's on the floor now and in pain from where he came in sudden contact with the floor. He could barely even follow with what was happening.]

Ow...

[Being kind of an idiot, he's going to attempt to stand up again, which is going to take longer for him than would be ideal in an actual combat situation.]

[manufactured]

[Don't worry, he'll...actually be patient about it.]

Again...? It's hardly a sparring session if it ends after one hit like that.

[thesettingsun]

I know, hold on.

[He's going to get knocked down a lot today, but he's going to check off a bingo square in the process.

Once he gets up, he tries to kick Wesker in the knee. Better idea? Maybe??]