Unaware of the virus-enhanced Russian jock was on a search for him, Stein sat in the lab he had carved out as his own since moving in, leaning back in his chair and considering his latest piece of work.
Virology wasn't his speciality, but nevertheless, he was busy 'improving' a stray cat he'd found outside the complex. The cat wasn't doing too well, though. Its fur was coming out in patches and its teeth were lengthening, and Stein turned the bolt thoughtfully as he watched the changes the virus wrought on the animal.
It was sealed up tight in a glass cage. Couldn't be too careful.
Krauser didn't take long finding him - there were only so many labs that Birkin hadn't taped off as hazardous for one reason or another. Though he had to admit, he was almost surprised Birkin wasn't right next to him hovering around like an annoying mosquito.
"Where's your pillow-munching little bitch?" He was never really the type to exchange niceties. Especially when he was out of his element. These labs were Birkin's element, Stein's element, and to an extent Wesker's element. To Krauser, they were too small, too choked full of stuff he couldn't understand, and had one too many crazies who had no real purpose here.
Plus, that cat-thing was fucking freaky looking and anything freaky looking put him on edge since he got back from Spain.
Stein sensed Krauser's approach long before he got there, and he only looked around when he addressed him. He shifted in his chair, swinging his leg around so he was straddling the back and looking up at the Russian.
He beamed innocently, and reached out to drop the cover over the cage with the cat in it. He'd have to record his observations later. "If you mean Birkin, he's upstairs. Are you looking for him?"
It wasn't often that Krauser even talked to him - coming to find him was unprecedented - so it was a pretty safe assumption that he wasn't here for Stein.
Krauser rolled his eyes. Of course I don't mean Birkin. 'Pillow-munching little bitch' clearly refers to Wesker. Dumbass. "Tch. I was looking for you." He drew his knife slowly and started idly flipping it in the air. A not-so-subtle threat, but then subtlety was hardly his cup of tea. If there was one thing he did not have time for, it was dancing with words with some otherworldly son of a bitch that invaded their inner sanctum and was a danger to them all. It wasn't anyone's fault that Birkin was a fucking retard and could fall head over heels for anyone who shows him the slightest bit of interest, but it was still something that needed to be fixed sooner than later. For now, though, Krauser would just have to deal with the stem of the problem rather than the roots.
"I think you and I need to have a talk." He caught his knife expertly, holding it just in case this ended up turning into a fight. "About Birkin."
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Virology wasn't his speciality, but nevertheless, he was busy 'improving' a stray cat he'd found outside the complex. The cat wasn't doing too well, though. Its fur was coming out in patches and its teeth were lengthening, and Stein turned the bolt thoughtfully as he watched the changes the virus wrought on the animal.
It was sealed up tight in a glass cage. Couldn't be too careful.
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"Where's your pillow-munching little bitch?" He was never really the type to exchange niceties. Especially when he was out of his element. These labs were Birkin's element, Stein's element, and to an extent Wesker's element. To Krauser, they were too small, too choked full of stuff he couldn't understand, and had one too many crazies who had no real purpose here.
Plus, that cat-thing was fucking freaky looking and anything freaky looking put him on edge since he got back from Spain.
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He beamed innocently, and reached out to drop the cover over the cage with the cat in it. He'd have to record his observations later. "If you mean Birkin, he's upstairs. Are you looking for him?"
It wasn't often that Krauser even talked to him - coming to find him was unprecedented - so it was a pretty safe assumption that he wasn't here for Stein.
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"I think you and I need to have a talk." He caught his knife expertly, holding it just in case this ended up turning into a fight. "About Birkin."
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