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[manufactured]

NOAH ISAACS

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

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[manufactured]

[...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.

[scythegun]

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!

[manufactured]

[...Ah.]

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

[scythegun]

[. . .

oh shit he said it, didn't he]

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

[manufactured]

You have.

[...]

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

[scythegun]

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

Well, now you know!

[...]

That isn't a problem, is it?

[manufactured]

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.]

[scythegun]

[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.]

[manufactured]

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

You would know it if I weren't.

[scythegun]

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!!!]

[manufactured]

[he hates you so much right now]

I have said on multiple occasions that you can stay as long as you want. I'm not certain how else you were interpreting that.

[scythegun]

Oh, I know! But it's nice to know that you're not opposed to me calling it home~

[ISN'T THIS FUN, WESKER]

[manufactured]

Why would I be?

[HE WANTS. TO DIE.]

[scythegun]

Oh, I don't know. But it's wonderful that you aren't! I'm very pleased to be living with you, Albert!

[THIS IS HILARIOUS]

[manufactured]

Is that what we're considering it now?

[IS THIS A CONVERSATION WE SHOULD BE HAVING IN PUBLIC

WHILE JUST

SPEEDWALKING

DOWN THE FUCKING BOULEVARD HERE]

[scythegun]

What else would you consider it, hmm?

[IT'S NOT LIKE THERE'S ANYONE AROUND, IT'S FIIIINE]

[manufactured]

I don't know?

[mnnnnnnnnnnngh.]

[scythegun]

[That's going to get him to laugh again before he reaches out to pat Wesker's arm gently.]

I'm only teasing, you know. I can't help myself!

[At least he refrains from calling you cute?? For now???]

[manufactured]

[That...at least gets him to slow down a bit? Not stop entirely, but at least he'll kind of draw back to a reasonable pace.]

Yes, I'm aware.

[scythegun]

[That's better, thanks.]

Good! It's just fun to see you react to it!

[manufactured]

I don't know what else you expected me to do.

[scythegun]

I didn't expect to fluster you this much!

[manufactured]

...You know I don't talk about these things very well.

[scythegun]

That's alright, you'll get used to it eventually! Though the day I can't fluster you anymore will be a sad one indeed~

[HE CAN'T RESIST, SORRY]

[manufactured]

[...you know what

no more words for you for a while

good lord, let him get himself back together]