◊ Date, please? ◊ Albert Wesker

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Kelly peeked up over the arm of the chair that Wesker occupied, though he ignored her, keeping his gaze focused on the many screens before him. She continued staring at him from over the lenses of her glasses in a bid to look more intimidating.

"Just what are you doing, Miss Redgrave?" Wesker monotones after a few moments of the stare down had passed.

Her face split out in a proud grin; "You should go on a date with Jessica!" Several more moments of silence passed before the blond man answered.

"If you have the time to propose trivial ideas than you have time to work."

A disgruntled look crossed over Kelly's features and she quickly moved further up and over the arm of the chair. "Hey! Don't insult the idea!" She moved just as quickly to the other side, moving as if going to poke at his sunglasses as she leaned against that side of the chair. "The idea's a good idea!" In seconds she was now standing in front of him, arms outstretched as if trying to block his view of the satellite feed. "Don't ignore me!" Now she was found hanging over the back of the chair and getting ready to poke at his forehead while pouting. "I'll poke your forehead! C'mon~!"

She was pushed off with a quick but (for him) light punch that sent her sprawling against the ground in a daze, leaving the man content in the silence. Until she got back up to try again.

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Jessica glanced around, a hand on her hip and readjusting her favorite hat atop her head. "Hey, Krauser!" she called out, spotting the familiar man, he glanced over her way with a mumbled "Yeah?"

"Have you seen Kelly around?"

"I think she went to bother Wesker?" he answer, pointing at the door that led to Wesker's usual haunt where he watched his operatives work on the satellite feed. Behind the door several thuds and a loud "OW!" were heard before the door opened and out was thrown a (once again) dazed Kelly.

She got up shakily, attempting to stand straight but being wobbly. "What happened...?" Jessica asked slowly, a brow raised in confusion.

"Wesker happened." came the dizzy reply and an odd chuckle, as blood ran down the side of her head where she had gotten a rather nasty punch from the man. Krauser sighed and rolled his eyes, placing a hand on the woman's shoulder and steering her off in the opposite directoin. "C'mon, let's get you patched up, kid."

"Do I want to know?" Jessica mumbled to herself in confusion as she glanced back at the door and than back to the dazed brunette being steered away.

"She had a less than intelligent idea, is all, dear heart." came Wesker's voice behind her and she nearly froze, breathless.

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