[Generally Wesker doesn't open the door for a while, so Silver doesn't even bother to ring a doorbell and instead starts slamming his hand on his door.]
Hey, Wesker! You alive in there?
[He's not sure if today was a particularly good day to check on him, given that he has a little alligator riding on his damn shoulders, but here he is, knocking away. ...A lot.
At this rate it isn't that he minds company, or even that he minds unannounced company - though he certainly does, and he...uh, certainly does - so much as it is just the aggressive banging that's accompanying all of it. It's one of those things that he hates because it works, and that's presumably why Silver's doing it, and to his credit Wesker will let him do it for decidedly longer than necessary because he's just goddamn like that.
The biggest indication that he's not going to just ignore Silver entirely is probably the sound of one of his dogs quite abruptly shutting up; the others are at least less excitable in circumstances like this - they'd be pretty damn riled if Silver just tried to open the damn door without all of this process beforehand, but at least his voice is familiar. There's always got to be one, though, and in this case the "one" is Wesker's most recent acquisition - decidedly less bitey nowadays, but still difficult to deal with and, y'know, eighty pounds of Weimaraner.
But you know what, he gets Apollo to chill the hell out and that's probably a good indication that he'll be there eventually, and he'll open the door and Apollo will remain chilled the hell out until he sees the crocodile.
So you know, this'll be fine for maybe two minutes, if we're doing really well.]
Very much still alive, if a bit finished with the day already.
[Dog, don't you give him a reason, stay back- ]
...Dare I ask where you obtained that.
[You know, the...crocodile. What is it doing with its face? Should it be doing that with its face, why is its face doing that.]
[Said crocodile does look up so he can give Wesker a vacant stare, but that's... About it, really. Silver glances at his buddy, then over at Wesker.]
I found him in my backpack this morning. He's cute, isn't he?
[In a weird dead in the face way.]
What's got you worked up? Did you just miss a promotion?
[Silver's aware of the tension from the dog, but he'll keep his head up and look at Wesker. Something tells him that acknowledging testy over here is just gonna make things worse. ...Totodile doesn't share the same sentiment, however, and looks over at the dogs without turning his head.
...Yeah. He was in a ball I've seen in my hallucinomemories before, but other than that, he was just there.
[And he is still staring intensely at poor Apollo, not moving or trying to be threatening, but not showing any signs of submissiveness or fear, either.]
[Silver reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Pokéball. It's red and white, it's semi-transparent, and honestly he's not really sure why putting creatures in balls seems like a good idea, but he'll show it to Wesker anyway.]
If you want to call it something else, be my guest.
[...He gently puts the ball away before Apollo gets uh. More worked up. He's already pretty damn worked up. Damn, he's pretty cute. Too bad petting him right now seems like a horrible idea.]
Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get something bizarre eventually.
[You know, he doesn't particularly want to discuss it, but it isn't as though he's fundamentally opposed, either. It's not anything that bothers him, per se, it's just odd - ]
I received something earlier that's engraved with an insignia I don't recognize. However, I decided that whatever was happening with the sudden greyness was a bit more of a concern.
[And so he...elected to ignore the weird attachment he couldn't explain to a combat knife with a fucking serrated seven-inch blade. Who the fuck mails somebody something like that.]
A survival knife of some sort, though I hardly know why.
[Does he look like he's going to be 1.) fighting or 2.) camping anytime soon, because really.
...That said, he's really kind of tense about it for...some goddamn reason, and that isn't helping with the dog; Apollo seems to have decided that clearly, this is the alligator's fault, and that is when he decides to have at said alligator and its fucking umoving face.
By which we mean Silver is getting eighty pounds of dog jumping at him, and it's aiming high.]
[Silver has enough reaction time to process what's happening, but not enough to actually move out of the way; since Apollo is aiming for Totodile instead of him, he can at least gets his arms on the dog's chest and try to hold him back.]
Hey, down.
[He says it calmly and firmly enough even if he's about to eat it on the ground, because what the hell else is he supposed to do with eighty pounds of dog other than try to hold his ground? Totodile helps this situation by spitting a stream of water out and directly at Apollo, which... Silver absolutely did not realize he could do. Alright. That's happening. What the hell?]
I found a particularly nice hat. I'm not a fan of hats with how they look with my hair, but if I'm going to need to keep out the sun then... I need to adapt.
...For what it's worth, you're not the only one it's gotten away from. I haven't precisely been seeking out conversation with most people, for a multitude of reasons.
[Not least of which because words are hard and he also doesn't particularly want to discuss the...anything that half the past month has decided to be.]
What sort of change, however...? Just the light sensitivity, or something else along with it?
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