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Wesker’s boots made a rhythmic noise as he strolled over the metallic grate of a floor that led to Heisenberg’s new lab.
The snarling and swearing became louder the closer he got, in addition to the sound of something beating against something metal.
Clearly, Karl was in an excellent mood tonight.
Albert shook his head almost imperceptibly, and strode into the lab– just in time to dodge a wrench as it came flying at his face.
“A warm welcome,” he intoned.
“Eh?” Heisenberg straightened up from the junk pile where he’d been hunched, and pushed up his hat to look at Wesker. “Didn’t see you there, Al. Sorry.”
The black clad blond strode further into the room and put a hand on Heisenberg’s shoulder. “Have you slept?”
“Have you?” Karl’s retort carried a petulant air.
“Hm.” Albert’s black gloved hand traced up Karl’s neck, and cupped his chin. “Come to bed with me, then.”
Heisenberg grinned, the bags under his eyes evident even with his sunglasses. “Make me.”
“You’re intolerable.” Albert pulled him into a rough kiss, intending it to be an opening move. But Karl melted against him into an embrace. Even more tired than he’d been letting on.
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