“Crushing watermelon with my thighs. . . Kid? Whatever dope, crank, or other bullshit drugs you’re on, end it and go to rehab.”

Wonders if Wesker wants his fist to passionately kiss him.

||Leon can parry sound waves. Fucking. Sound. Waves. How the actual fuck?!

“Ever heard of the word no? Look it up. That’ll help make you look less like a dumbass.”

“Yeah, no shit. . .”

“. . . Then again, nevermind. That would bring you too much satisfaction.”

“Why ask others when I can proudly do that?”

Who would’ve thought Chris and resolutehero.bsky.social would be official?

𝗔 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹, 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲, 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝘁𝘇𝗲𝘀; 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲, 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗽 𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗲. 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲, 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗸𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲. ▪ 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 / 𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 (𝘭𝘦𝘸𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯). ▪ 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘪-𝘧𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥. ▪ 𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱: @thewarhero.bsky.social ▪ 𝘋𝘔𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 (𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘖𝘖𝘊 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵).

Mission accomplished!

From the distance, Chris was looking in Wesker’s direction carefully. Shaking his hand a little to lessen the ache in his knuckles. He highly doubt the man was unconscious, though this didn’t matter. He still had more anger left to unleash on him. —

“So you’re a peeping tom, too. Why am I not surprised?”

Nope. Nope. Getting dressed.

Chris was never a nervous man. But when Leon moved closer, his shoulders shivered.

“N-No! I’m fine. Seriously.” His smile halfhearted as he took a step back.

“It’s nothing. . .” He mumbled lowly.

“. . . .” His hands balled into fists so tightly until his knuckles were ghost white. Something told him Leon was testing him.

@resolutehero.bsky.social As promised, Chris discreetly laid the sleeping man on the bed and made way to the bathroom. He didn’t get the slightest rest, but felt as though he had enough energy for the day. He turned on the sink water and splashed water on his face then —

A loud grunt emitted from the pain to his arm. The man’s twist tight enough to shatter joints. He near fell to his knee until he caught the mention of Claire. That heightening his anger and strength when —

Once he heard the slightest footstep near him, his arms instinctively rose to protect himself. While Wesker was landing back on his feet, Chris ran towards him and held out his arms. Swinging his arm harshly at his neck. —

His tackle may have sent him on his back, but his arms were still freed. His punches were initially easy to block. He even grabbed one of his arms firmly, but wasn’t fast enough to react when the punch struck his stomach. He coughed and breathed heavily from the —

Wesker considered those he held dearly sacrificial lambs. That alone snapped something in him. His past self would have been a little reluctant to fight him. But this Chris saw him as nothing but a death certificate. —

The way he used past people Chris watched suffer to justify his power caused the complete opposite of what he may have anticipated. He was enraged. “We were never friends. And why should I care about power? Your obsession was why they died!”

“Arrogant, self centered prick. . .”

“I don’t give a damn about your power!”

“You’re nothing, but talk. You know that, right? Blabbering all that bullshit monologue every time we’ve crossed as if every word guarantees I’ll die. The only thing suffering were my ears.”

His brows furrowed. Even his compliment sounded bitter to him. “Were you expecting me to sit around and allow people around me to die?”

“Fuck off. Don’t talk as if you know anything about me.”

He cocked a brow. “Where’s this perfection and guy who takes care of himself?”

“No I haven’t. You’re still standing there with not a bruise in sight.” Of course, he actually knew what Wesker meant. He just didn’t care.

“I’m not shaving. . .” Annoyed? Annoyed.

||Leon mun triggering a sex worker bot finished me 😂

“If you say so.”

“Good boy.” At least he’s being obedient for a change.

“Why don’t you just go back in a test tube where you belong?”

ㅤㅤ𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳.ㅤㅤ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜./𝐋𝐢𝐭. 𝐑𝐄/𝗠𝗩 ⋅ 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚠/𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚖; ⋅ 𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜. ㅤㅤ| #RERP | N/SFW | MDNI | ∗ʟᴇᴡᴅ ᴅɴɪ

He cocked a brow from the gall. “Correction. It started because you weirdly held on to a picture of me. Don’t you dare change the narrative, Wesker.”

He scoffed. “Wow. All that power you blabber about, yet you haven’t found a virus for enhancing memories.” Shrugged his shoulders, muttering. “Then again, you are older than me. So maybe it’s inevitable.”

“Donuts? No thanks. I don’t need anymore unnecessary calories.”

That granted him an amused grin. Now look who’s getting cranky. “Firstly, I’m honored to be of service in screwing up your plans. Secondly, you threw missiles and attempted to trap me in an explosion more than once. You have no place to talk about childishness.”

His eyes rolled, arms folding over his chest. “Yeah right. You wouldn’t know sarcasm if it struck you with a bat.”

The pain came in sharp throbbing when his hand was freed. He shook his hand to lessen the pain until the ache numbed again. This time from surprise. His eyes widened before furrowing. “Did the Ouroboros completely fry what’s left of your brain?”

“Who said I was pitying?” Hand lowered.

“. . .” He pats him lightly on his back. (💧)

The pain to his hand worsened, but he didn’t seem to feel it. . . yet. Adrenaline from his anger a reason for this. His glare in return was cold as ice. Wesker’s eyes not making him feel the slightest fear. “So you heal like some freakshow. Am I supposed to be shocked?”

“. . . Still a mental wreck, huh?”