RADICALISATION, resident evil [1] ✓

⤿ xxviii. dancing fine lines

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𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟: 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦-𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡: 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠

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Raccoon City Outskirts — September 30th, 1998

     Handing over a roll of ten, one hundred dollar notes to the motelier for the two motel rooms, Mason tiredly nods his thanks and heads back outside after asking about the nearest takeaway joint and clothing store, along with transportation. Car keys swinging around his finger, the green-eyed man throws one room key and the car keys at Claire, the woman looking a hell of a lot more put together than either Leon or himself, and Mason has a feeling that she could use a few minutes to herself, out on the road. Truthfully, it's only a few minutes' drive into the town itself, but he has a feeling it'll take close on an hour for her to get back to the motel with food and clean clothes.

     Digging into his pocket for further money, he hands a few fifty dollar notes to the younger Redfield sibling, smiling slightly. "Take Sherry, and go get yourselves some clean clothes and food, and maybe some for me and the dumbass rookie, if you want. Fuck knows we stink, and could definitely use some food. Just... No red meat, if you can help it. Leon would fight me on this, but, seriously... Claire, do not buy red meat."

     She looks a little lost but accepts the money and takes Mason's word for it. "Will you both be alright until we get back? I don't..."

     "Little red, we'll be fine, promise. I'm going to drag the dumbass into a shower and then have one myself, and maybe we'll fall asleep afterwards. If we do, the rooms I've booked have a door between them that I'll unlock from our side. So, just shove our food in the fridge in our room and dump the clothes on the table or whatever the room has."

     "Mmm, okay."

     Mason sighs, looking over at where Leon is leaning against a pole, dangerously close to falling asleep right where he is now that the adrenaline has worn off. "I'd say that some medical supplies wouldn't hurt either, or muscle rubs. We're running very low in that department. Hell, I wouldn't complain if you came back with a shit ton of bottled water either. Have I given you enough money?"