//twelve// [rl; spot of trouble at ole Weskie's place :|]

[visestvita]

Wesker was highly unamused to find himself looking at a blank screen, especially after that musical rendition. Contrary to Birkin's instructions, instead of resting properly, he was sat at one of several computers, tapping his fingers irritably on the desk.

The worst part was, he had a sneaking feeling that he knew exactly what Vanessa was up to

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I WAS THINKING OF YOU~

[visestvita]

He'd been right on the money. Wesker looked round, showing as little of his face as he possibly could. The bandage had made it awkward to wear his shades but they were there beside his keyboard.

Dear heart indeed. "What does it take to make you do what you're told?" he growled out, managing to glare at her out the corner of one eye.

...YEAH, THAT. EVERY NIGHT, BBY.

[visestvita]

Wesker spared the gag and blindfold a brief glance and made a small noise of indifference. She'd have more luck with Birkin in that particular department, although the woman seemed to have trouble grasping that concept.

"While I'm incredibly flattered, it really was not necessary to come here and tell me -" He broke off as she... hugged him? Nobody had done that in years, and he didn't really care about that anyway. His eyes, not hidden for once, flashed brightly and he quickly raised a hand, backhanding Vanessa as if swatting a fly.

"What were you thinking?" he asked, and he was even a little amused as he said it.