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[not_his_son]

Jason had collected a few samples of the acid rain, and burned a few holes in his wall figuring out the best way to use it as a weapon. Then he'd dumped them; too much like the Joker. He doesn't need that shit

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[tyrantmaker]

Not that it's not difficult to do more than angst in the stairwell right now, should he choose the rooftop.

Wesker enters. Perhaps he's just here to check on the notebook in 202. Perhaps trying to figure out where that vulnerability he almost stepped in back in the hallway oozed from. Perhaps he simply wants an apple.

He glances around as he enters. It's almost completely empty. He gives a nod to the one inhabitant.

[not_his_son]

That stuff's impossible to get off your shoes.

"Top o' the mornin'," Jason says, with an atrocious Irish accent. And then returns to brooding.

[tyrantmaker]

Wesker pauses. "I don't think I deserved that," he objects drily.

Well, he did, but only because by this point he deserves everything, ever.

[not_his_son]

Heh. Reaction. This boosts Jason's mood slightly. He smirks.

[_venus_de_milo]

Oh, look! A moody guy! In a mask!

This is the best place to be perky, right? Right!

"Ohayo, Red! Did you have too much fun in the rain?" She means the rip and that bandage she can see.

[not_his_son]

Jason gives her a Look.

It's not very friendly.

[_venus_de_milo]

Completely unbothered, "It's nice the rain finally stopped. It gets boring really quickly if you can't go jump around somewhere or blow something up. I bonded with the foundation of this really old warehouse type building."

[not_his_son]

"Rain didn't make it through the roof?"

He's thinking more acid rain probably means more unstable buildings likely to crash down on him. Sigh.