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NOAH ISAACS

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

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I--- Well, I was thinking we might isolate the sunlight to - perhaps my left pinky? Or maybe a shoulder or something. Something I can afford burns on.

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[HE'D...HE'D HOPE SO- ]

That was what I was assuming we would do, yes.

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.. Obviously I need you help for that, so... where's best? I guess one of the windows or... something.

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That seems at least slightly better than direct exposure, to say nothing of easier to get away from.

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[ . . . Okay so.

Let's walk over to one of these sitting room windows with the thick curtains... ]

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[he is here for you baby and he promises he will not just stand there if you burst into flames]

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[ Well, she motions for him to grab her wrist as she makes to put her hand in the past of the area behind the curtain. But then she... well.

Does it?

And it...

Does not burst into flames, but her finger curls and she grits her teeth. ]

It feels weird.

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Unpleasant, from the look of it.

[And that's...clinical, perhaps a bit jarringly so; he's just kind of watching, and there doesn't seem to be any visible concern on his features, this is just sort of happening in front of him and it's interesting and that's about it.

But he did grab her wrist when she told him to, and he'll pull her back after a moment because it really doesn't seem objectively pleasant, and even if she's not on goddamn fire he's not going to wait until she's got second-degree burns to make her move.]

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Yeah it's...

It's a strange tingling feeling.

[ It's not on fire though, and she tries to flex out her fingers- she can, which is good. But the more she remains exposed in the direct sunlight... well, she starts to get goosebumps to start. Her body hair seems to stand on end, like it's some sort of a beginning of an allergic reaction.

It's interesting to her too. ]

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At this rate I'm more concerned about breaking out in hives than anything else.

[Possible immune response to the sun. Huh.]

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Yes... me too. Honestly, it feels a little like that.

[ ... Actually, her body is showing signs that might be just what it is threatening to do. ]

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[...Okay, you're backing up now, come on- ]

That's likely enough of that for now.

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Y-yeaah.

[ Okay, pulling her hand back then! No need for him to yank it. She examines it, flexing her fingers, and then wiggles her wrist. ]

So I'll get sick by direct sunlight now, it seems.

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...Charming.

[That's. Certainly happening, isn't it.]

Is there anything you want me to do for you, then? At least for the time being.

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[ That's... a good question, mmm. ]

... Let's see. We should - I should work out what the factor is for this smell, because I can't imagine your blood would smell delicious.

[ But it does ]

... and I should check my wardrobe - ah, and maybe you could buy me a hat?

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[...A hat.]

What...sort of hat?

[His tone more or less implies two things:

1. he has no sense of how to hat and he's going to need some very explicit description of this hypothetical hat he is going to be purchasing

2. he is entirely aware that he is going to legitimately be wandering in somewhere and buying whatever the hell you tell him to

and as such you should currently enjoy the mental image of albert wesker trying to navigate women's accessories and trying to buy a halfway not-stupid hat

god bless everyone in this situation.]

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I... some sort of wide brim hat, I suppose? Cute but enough to block out the sun.

[ So...... ]

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[................]

...I'll see what I can do for you, then.

[this is going to be such a mess.]

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Yes, that'd be helpful. I have long sleeves, coats... jackets...

[ She's listing this off on her fingers... ]

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Either pants or long skirts, presumably.

[You...should be okay?]

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Yes, of course. ... God that'll be awful in the summer.

[ Mrrrrrrrgh ]

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I wouldn't know, clearly.

[...he says, with full awareness that he's probably never dressed casually in his life.]

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[worth it.]

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-But yes, anyway! That would be really appreciated!