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NOAH ISAACS

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

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Ja, here's hoping!

[Well, we're probably done here so should we get going?]

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[DID YOU AT LEAST LIKE THE FUCKING WAFFLES]

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[OF FUCKING COURSE HE LIKED THE FUCKING WAFFLES THEY WERE DELICIOUS]

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[OKAY GOOD then yes we can leave]

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[Excellent and oh man is it cold out.]

I'll have to get my heavier coat at some point! Anyway, let's go see that picture, ja?

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If you're still interested.

[...It's cold but not unbearable, he'll manage. Please drag him inside after a while but for now he will be fine.

That said, it's a matter of wandering up to the box that's out there and plugging in the numbers from that ticket he received from Retrospec; somehow this is going to make this machine produce a painting, so. Here we...are, he is going to shove this thing back in there eventually but for now he'll let Jaeger look at it.

It's...something? Alex is an objectively attractive person with the general look of someone that is currently divorcing you, Wesker looks like he wants so little to do with this that he's trying to become one with the furniture, and on the mantle up above them and to the left we've got a portrait depicted of the crazy old man who locked both of them in a murder basement and made them do little-child Hunger Games.

It's awkward, is what I'm saying.]

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[Don't ask questions about how the machine produces a painting, got it. As for the painting itself... well, it's definitely awkward? Holy shit it's awkward.]

I'm not sure what I was expecting, but somehow it wasn't this?

[What does he do with this knowledge...]

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[It...yeah.]

Likewise.

[Anyway.]

That's definitely the woman I remembered recently, however. Apparently she was my sister; we were around the same age.

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I see. She's very pretty! Though she doesn't look pleased to be here. Do you remember anything about this picture specifically?

[Like. Why this is a thing, maybe??]

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[...He doesn't even know this woman and yet the "are you looking at my sister" urge is present, what the hell.]

I don't remember anything about it, no... Although it seems vaguely like the sort of horrendous thing that the old man would have wanted made, judging by how he was talking to me before.

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[She's objectively hot, Wesker, deal with it!!]

I can't really say I'm surprised by that. No wonder the two of you look so awkward!

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[KEEP THAT UP AND YOU CAN MEET HIM IN THE PIT, FUCKBOY.]

I can't be certain that that's what this is, obviously. But it's not impossible, either.

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[LOOK HE'S JUST STATING A FACT IT DOESN'T MEAN HE WANTS TO BANG YOUR HOT SISTER!!]

Maybe you'll remember something about it at some point.

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[WHAT, IS SHE NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU?]

...Maybe. I don't know if it's something I care to remember much of.

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[HE'S ALREADY GOT YOU, ASSHOLE!!!]

Fair enough. I doubt it'd be a very pleasant memory, after all.

[It involves that old man, so obviously it wouldn't be.]

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[...yeah okay fair]

...My thoughts exactly. It would involve doing what that man wanted, at least, and that's something I don't really want to think about for terribly long.

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I don't blame you.

[He doesn't like thinking about it either...]

Well, let's head on back home, ja? It's cold out here!

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[...Ah.]

You're referring to it as "home" now.

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[. . .

oh shit he said it, didn't he]

Ah... Well... I have been staying there for awhile now!

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You have.

[...]

I just wasn't aware that you consider it such, that's all.

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[He's turning red and it's not because of the cold.]

Well, now you know!

[...]

That isn't a problem, is it?

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I... Of course not.

[It's said as though it's thrown him a little - it's awkward, but it isn't hesitant.]

If anything, I think it's good that you consider it to be that way.

[...And that's both decisive-sounding and more than moderately flustered; just...let him shove this thing back in the mailbox and start very determinedly walking back to the car because fuck everything, all right.]

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[That gets him to laugh, the sound both relieved and sort of startled, like he wasn't expecting that at all, somehow.]

Good, I'm glad to hear it!

[He'll catch up to Wesker easily enough, walking alongside him in silence for a few seconds before speaking up again.]

You really are pleased to have me over, aren't you~?

[It's very light teasing, but he looks very pleased with himself.]

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[mnnnnngh why are you like this, there is so much high walking speed here- ]

You would know it if I weren't.

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Oh, I know! It's just wonderful to hear you say it~! I'm pleased to know I mean so much to you, Albert~!

[Good thing he can keep up then, right!!!]