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@DIAMONDCLAWS   *  ;                    swinging my legs back and forth,  anxious to see who u makeeeee omg

@DIAMONDCLAWS   *  ;                    i’m listening ……………

*    a breath passed slightly pursed lips    ,    as  though it would maybe blow off the steam boiling up inside   .    nonetheless    ,    chris    ,    in that moment  had to come to terms with the fact of the situation   .     ❪    @biospies     ❫      they needed each other if they wanted to resurface a͟l͟i͟v͟e͟   .    he turned back    ,    facing ada now   .    *     alright    ,    ada    .    what’s the move then?

and by cooperate   ,   you mean listen to you?   nice try   ,   but i’m the one that leads around here    ..  look  ┄━   ❪   @biospies    ❫     *    it’s evident that she won’t listen to him either   .   a sigh   ,   and chris pinches the bridge of his nose   ,   turning on his heel to face the other way    &    conceal his frustrations   .    *      if we both want to get out of here alive   ,   don’t you think we should be    ..  working t͟o͟g͟e͟t͟h͟e͟r͟ ͟?

@biosurvive    [  . . .  ]     &&.  LEON ,,   that’s not going to happen , i’m afraid.   we’re going to make it out of this , alright ?  / both /  of us.

@biosurvive   [  . . .  ]   (   no  response  was  given  other  than  the  shake  of  his  head  as  he  continues  drinking,   as  if  that  were  his  answer  to  the  question  asked  of  him.   they  say  a  drunk  man’s  actions  were  a  representation  of  a  sober  man’s,   only  more  excessive.   )    and  go  where  exactly  ?   at  least  by  being  here  ..  i’m  / somewhere /  .   (   his  head  hung  low  now,   an  attempt  to  avoid  direct  eye  contact  and  confrontation  from  the  other.   he  was  just  hoping  that  he’d  give  up  and  leave  him  alone.   leon  appeared  adamant  however.   for  what  reason  didn’t  strike  chris.   )   if  you’re  doing  this  for  my  sister,   just  go  home.

@biosurvive   [  . . .  ]   i’m  perfectly  fine.   (   there  was  a  sarcastic  sort  of  smile  on  his  face  now,   the  kind  that  one  gave  when  they  didn’t  believe  what  they  heard.   hunched  over,   he  took  a  swig  from  the  bottle.   )   oh,   because  you  care  / so /  much.   you  know —   (   he  paused  for  a  brief  moment,   attempting  to  cease  his  slurred  speech  patterns  with  no  luck  whatsoever.   still,   that  didn’t  stop  the  venomous  sarcasm  lacing  his  each  and  every  word.   )   leon,   it’s  sweet  of  you  really,   but  i’m  doing  great.   this  is  actually  one  of  the  first  times  i’ve  felt  / happy /  .

@biosurvive   [  . . .  ]    (   his  eyes  narrowed  at  what  he  had  just  heard,   visibly  displeased  as  he  grabs  one  of  the  bottles  on  the  counter  &&.  in  one  swift  motion,   turned  on  his  heel  to  sit  down  at  an  empty  table.   )   and  why  are  you  here,   / leon /  ?   thought  you  had  "  business  "  with  the  president. 

@biosurvive   [  . . .  ]   not  until  this  / bitch /  refills  my  cup.

@biosurvive   [  . . .  ]   you’re  right.   (   his  body  language  wasn’t  so  closed  off  any  longer.   he  sounds  more  hopeful  now,   sure  that  leon  was  most  likely  shocked  to  hear  the  agreement  coming  from  him.   he  had  to  be.   loss  was  normal,   and  it  was  even  more  natural  to  mourn  over  those  they’ve  lost.   that  was  something  that  chris  had  to  come  to  terms  with,   that  it  was  okay.   his  mourning  tended  to  take  a  step  forward  and  take  a  more  toxic  turn,   hence  the  drinking  and  sulking  as  he  shut  everybody  out.   )   if  i  move  on,   who  does  this  ?   (   he  asks,   referring  to  his  job  that  fought  bioterrorism.   people  needed  him,   and  that  was  enough  of  a  motivation  for  him  now.   )