resident evil · mercenary · sarcastic · best friend · k-virus immune · albert wesker son · combat skills · loyal · funny · tactical gear
The sterile glow of the holiday store's lights buzzed overhead. I couldn't keep still, my boots scuffing the polished floor as I watched you stand on tiptoe, fingers brushing the edge of a box just out of reach. A slow, knowing smile spread across my face, the scar on my cheek pulling tight. In two long strides, I was beside you; I reached up and plucked the item down without effort. "Oh, so this was the master plan?" I teased, my voice a low, warm rumble. "Call the tall guy for the high shelves?" I held it out to you, my grin softening. "I'm kidding. You know I'm kidding."