I don't think I'm ready for that

[ Independent RP blog for an infected Piers Nivans | Post RE6 & end fix | Might contain NSFW material | OC & crossover friendly | Semi-selective ]

[leonsasskennedy]

Infected-Sniper is in your vicinity

[leonsasskennedy]

Perhaps it was his earnest charms that won people over, they certainly seemed to draw people to him over the years whether he was aware of it or not. 

“If it was I would be calling Barry ‘sir’ every time I saw him.” He chuckled to himself. Despite everything Barry still struck him as being the most adult-y adult he knew from the Raccoon circle. He had a wife and kids, a house; definitely had his shit together the best.

Leon followed after Piers and had a quick glance at the board. It wasn’t exactly anything new and fantastical here, everywhere seemed to do just about the same sort of things, but hey he still enjoyed it. “What can I get you?” 

[infected-sniper]

Thinking about both Barry and Chris caused a warm little smile to spread across Piers’ face. They were so close and so incredibly caring beneath their gruff ‘manly man’ shells. “I used to call him sir when I had just joined the BSAA, but after getting to know him I started to call him ‘gramps’,” he admitted as he raised his left, undamaged, arm up to rub at his neck as a sign of being slightly ashamed. 

“Just a regular black coffee with some room for milk,” he replied with a little smile. Ever since he had returned he had preferred to have all of his foods and drinks as bland as possible; one of the researchers that were studying him occasionally had explained to him that it was all because he was still in a recovery phase and that he would probably start enjoying his old favorite things soon enough.

“Would I be overstepping my boundaries if I asked you about Chris and his sister? From what I’ve heard you’re pretty close with both of them.”

[lanimalu-deactivated20170422]

I just want Piers to survive, recover and return to active duty, is that too much to ask, idek.

[leonsasskennedy]

Infected-Sniper is in your vicinity

[leonsasskennedy]

He shrugged his shoulders, that small smile still in place. He knew what it was like, back when he’d first met Krauser he couldn’t stop himself being formal. It’d been exactly the same with Chris. 

“Don’t even worry about it. Unless you’re calling me sir because I’m older than you, then we might have some problems.” He said playfully. He was glad to hear that Piers was coping with everything at least and glad that he was discreet. “I was just headed out to get groceries. But probably better I saw you, I’ve got a bad habit of thinking ‘I just need one thing’ and then doing a $100 shop. You wanna sit in and get a coffee together? My treat.”

[infected-sniper]

Piers slipped his hands into his pockets with a soft, relieved little sigh. Even though he didn’t really know Leon all that well, something about him made the soldier calm down. 

“No, of course not,” Piers said with a stiff little chuckle. “If the age would be an actor, I would call Chris ‘sir’ all the time,” he said with a cheeky little smile before shaking his head quickly. Chris wasn’t really all that old, not in Piers’ eyes at least.

When Leon suggested a cup of coffee Piers felt slightly embarrassed and almost guilty; he rarely let people treat himself, but since he wasn’t getting any salary yet, the idea of saving a couple of pennies felt very welcome. “Sure,” he said as he led Leon to the line. 

[leonsasskennedy]

Infected-Sniper is in your vicinity

Coffee shops seemed to be the crossroads where you’d bump into people you’d long forgotten or hadn’t seen in what felt like a lifetime. Normally Leon found himself waving at the people that he met on the day to day, but someone caught his attention and had him back peddling to check he had seen who he’d thought he’d seen.

“Piers?” He couldn’t quite believe it, but at the same time he did. “Piers Nivans, Chris’ partner?”

[infected-sniper]

Piers had barely made it to the line when he heard a familiar male voice calling his name in a surprised sounding tone. When he looked around to locate the source of it, his eyes met with Leon’s.

“Yes, sir,” he said as he tried to wipe his own surprise and confusion off his face. “Leon Kennedy, right?” he asked with a social little smile before stepping out of the line; his coffee could wait a little bit longer. 

[leonsasskennedy]

Leon smirked, pleased that his memory for faces hadn’t failed him. It was odd to see him in civvies, but he appreciated that Piers did in fact, have a life outside of work, even if it may have been sporadic. Not that he couldn’t sympathise there.

“Yeah, no need to be so formal though. Any friend of Chris’ is a friend of mine.” His smirk settled into a more relaxed smile. “How’re you doing?” Admittedly it felt like a loaded question. He wasn’t expecting Piers to gush to him, he doubted he’d want to dwell on it.

[infected-sniper]

Piers stepped aside a bit to let other people past them while still smiling a bit to himself, finding it almost weird that he was recognized even though he surely wasn’t Chris’ only partner nor friend.

“Sorry, old habits die hard,” he said, almost adding ‘sir’ to the end of that one as well. Sure, he called Chris with his first name, but he was a different case. “I’m… I’m surprisingly good, actually,” he said before nodding at Leon. He didn’t want to start talking about any of the things he had experienced after the China incident, especially not in public. Those stories would have to wait for another time. “What about you? Did you stop by on your way to work or just because you felt like it?”

[ask-infected-chrisarchived]

“I… shouldn’t.”

Your muse is a vampire but incredibly thirsty after sustaining a injury, My muse is a human. send “Here, Drink” for my muse to offer you their wrist/neck for them to drink, to heal.

Or send, “I…shouldn’t.” for this to be the opposite around; My muse is the vampire and your muse is the human offering.

Chris watched Piers hungrily, though he was forcing himself still. If not…He didn’t need to think about that. “Then don’t. Leave, now, before I lose what little control I have over myself.” He said as softly as he could but so that the human could hear him. He didn’t trust himself enough to stop, with how injured he’d become. He loved Piers too much to even want to try. So he lied instead. “I’ll find something else to drink so that I can heal. Just go, before anymore come.”

[ask-infected-chrisarchived]

Chris smiled into Piers neck, a small thing. Really, what had he done in his previous lives to deserve this? “And I love you for putting up with me.” He said, nipping at the exposed neck with his already too sharp teeth.  He was gentle, though, restraining himself just a little longer. There was just one concern he had.

“What if this bonds us?” He asked, because he had heard of it before. Bonds forged between Vampire and the humans they fed from that were breakable only by death and were some times compared to marriage. And while he was ready for that, he didn’t want to pen Piers in.

[infected-sniper]

Piers tightened his arms around Chris before shutting his eyes. “I have no reason not to,” he mumbled, biting his lip at the gentle little nip that sent shivers down his spine. Even though he was supposed to be freaking out, he wasn’t. Chris’ body against his and his scent around him were more than enough to keep him calm.

“Do you mind if this bonds us?” he asked quietly, almost dreading the answer. “Because I’m fine with it. Being with you feels good; right, and if saving you also means that we’re bound together forever I’m more than ready for it,” he said as he let go of Chris’ jacket with one hand to stroke down his back. “It’s all up to you now, Chris.”

[ask-infected-chrisarchived]

Chris nipped at his neck again, groaning quietly. Oh how close he was. How the blood sang to him, trying to coax him into drink it. He nipped again, drawing blood before he immediately licked it up, making very pleased noises. He kept one hand on Piers’ back and put the other on the back of his head, caressing him gently.

“I wouldn’t care if we did or not, though I would be happy if we did.” He said, voice huskier than he’d thought it would be. There was little talking he could do after that, though, as the need was too great. And having drawn blood only heightened it so much so that he gave Piers little room to say anything in response as he sank his fangs in. He was thankful that there would be no pain for Piers, knowing what happened when being fed on.

[infected-sniper]

Piers couldn’t help the little whimper like sound that escaped his lips at the nip. It wasn’t that it would’ve hurt, something about it just sort of surprised him; maybe the exact fact that he barely felt it. What he did feel, however, was the warmth of Chris’ tongue licking away the tiny beads of blood that gushed out of the small cut.

“Y-yeah...” Piers mumbled, hearing clearly the sound of his blood rushing in his ears as he clutched the back of Chris’ jacket again. Something about Chris’ unusually hoarse voice made him tremble ever so lightly in the older man’s arms, despite the fact that Piers tried his very best not to budge.  

When Piers felt Chris’ fangs pierce through the skin of his neck, he had to bite his lip to keep a soft, slightly surprised little noise down. He had been expecting a great deal of pain, but instead of that he just felt like a big chunk of jelly; unreal and kind of rickety, thanks to the adrenaline and endorphin rush. To keep his legs from giving way he pressed tighter against Chris while clinging to his jacket in an almost desperate manner.

[ask-infected-chrisarchived]

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Chris shrugged a little. “You don’t need to, yanno. I’m fine doing it.” He chuckled a little. “I will take you up on the offer of using your shower though. I like to go on walks when I don’t have anything to do.” He admitted, watching Piers for a moment before realizing he was keeping him from taking a shower.

“I would. You underestimate how good you look.“ He said before turning to go stopping when Piers took his hand. He was still blushing but turned to look at him, catching the smile and smiling a little himself. “From anyone else, yeah. From you, not at all. In what capacity would I be staying though?”

[infected-sniper]

Piers shook his head. “I insist,” he said with an one sided little grin, nodding at the older man’s words. “Good. I hope I get to see you often then. We have a lot of time to make up for,” he said, still holding the clothes against his chest. “If you want to, I could join you for a walk sometime,” he suggested as he moved to the doorway that led to the bathroom.

“Not all that good in my eyes, you know,” he mumbled before leaning against the doorframe to appear less nervous. “Where would you be comfortable staying at?” he asked as he walked in to put the clothes down for a bit, his heart racing against his ribs. “Because… I dunno, if it doesn’t weird you out you could…” he shrugged, his face turning pink. “You know, join me? Or is that too bold? I mean, we’ve showered together at BSAA’s public shower too.”

[ask-infected-chrisarchived]

Chris followed him, moving to stand right in front of him when he was leaning against the doorframe. “We do have a lot of time to make up for. And I would like that. It gets kinda boring when its just me.” Well, him and Scaly. The infection was still a pest. “You can’t change my mind about how you look, yanno.” He grinned a little, staying where he was.

The suggestion had him blushing again. “I…” Ho boy, was he happy about that suggestion. He cleared his throat before speaking up again. “I will happily join you because this is different. We weren’t…together back then.” Not that he hadn’t snuck peeks. And maybe they were moving a little fast but he was finding he didn’t care.

[infected-sniper]

Piers smiled slightly wider to himself before licking his lips with a little nod. “Good. I wanna get to know you again,” he said softly before looking down, still smiling. “I’m not even trying to. I’m just glad that you can see something that I can’t,” he said as he shifted his weight from one leg to another.

“If it helps, we don’t need to do anything. I’d just like to be with you,“ he said quickly, not wanting to put any unnecessary pressure on Chris. “I could use some help with my bandages; I mainly use them to cover up my scars since they’re still pretty sensitive,” he said before swallowing. Of course he was eager to jump his ex-captain, but if the older man wanted to wait, then they would do so. “That’s true. Besides, back then we would’ve had our own showers some feet apart whilst now we’re sharing one together.“ Back then when it was Alpha team’s turn to shower after a training session or a mission Piers took everything as slow as he could, aware that he would have more than one pair of eyes looking at him. In a way he loved the attention.

[ask-infected-chrisarchived]

“I… shouldn’t.”

Your muse is a vampire but incredibly thirsty after sustaining a injury, My muse is a human. send “Here, Drink” for my muse to offer you their wrist/neck for them to drink, to heal.

Or send, “I…shouldn’t.” for this to be the opposite around; My muse is the vampire and your muse is the human offering.

Chris watched Piers hungrily, though he was forcing himself still. If not…He didn’t need to think about that. “Then don’t. Leave, now, before I lose what little control I have over myself.” He said as softly as he could but so that the human could hear him. He didn’t trust himself enough to stop, with how injured he’d become. He loved Piers too much to even want to try. So he lied instead. “I’ll find something else to drink so that I can heal. Just go, before anymore come.”

[ask-infected-chrisarchived]

Chris smiled into Piers neck, a small thing. Really, what had he done in his previous lives to deserve this? “And I love you for putting up with me.” He said, nipping at the exposed neck with his already too sharp teeth.  He was gentle, though, restraining himself just a little longer. There was just one concern he had.

“What if this bonds us?” He asked, because he had heard of it before. Bonds forged between Vampire and the humans they fed from that were breakable only by death and were some times compared to marriage. And while he was ready for that, he didn’t want to pen Piers in.

[infected-sniper]

Piers tightened his arms around Chris before shutting his eyes. "I have no reason not to," he mumbled, biting his lip at the gentle little nip that sent shivers down his spine. Even though he was supposed to be freaking out, he wasn't. Chris' body against his and his scent around him were more than enough to keep him calm.

"Do you mind if this bonds us?" he asked quietly, almost dreading the answer. "Because I'm fine with it. Being with you feels good; right, and if saving you also means that we're bound together forever I'm more than ready for it," he said as he let go of Chris' jacket with one hand to stroke down his back. "It's all up to you now, Chris."

[ask-infected-chrisarchived]

“I… shouldn’t.”

Your muse is a vampire but incredibly thirsty after sustaining a injury, My muse is a human. send “Here, Drink” for my muse to offer you their wrist/neck for them to drink, to heal.

Or send, “I…shouldn’t.” for this to be the opposite around; My muse is the vampire and your muse is the human offering.

Chris watched Piers hungrily, though he was forcing himself still. If not…He didn’t need to think about that. “Then don’t. Leave, now, before I lose what little control I have over myself.” He said as softly as he could but so that the human could hear him. He didn’t trust himself enough to stop, with how injured he’d become. He loved Piers too much to even want to try. So he lied instead. “I’ll find something else to drink so that I can heal. Just go, before anymore come.”

[infected-sniper]

Piers shook his head with a stubborn frown on his face. “No, Chris. We need to stick together and help each other out,” he said, or more like hissed, to the older man before starting to take off his scarf. “You can’t guarantee that you’ll be able to find someone else to drink from, and even if you could, what am I going to do? I can’t just run away without you! I refuse to!” he said in a low, yet upset tone as he started to approach Chris.

“This is the only way we can have a flying chance of getting out of here alive,” he said, his voice now a bit softer. “Please, Chris. I don’t want to lose you. Not now. Not like this.”

[ask-infected-chrisarchived]

Watching Piers still, he couldn’t help but love him all the more. How could Piers trust him so much when he didn’t trust himself? “I…I don’t trust myself, Piers. What if I take too much? I can’t lose you either.” He said in a strained voice, staying where he was. As much as he wanted to, if he moved, he might pounce. Delicacy was needed when it came to his urges, especially when hurt so badly. But how could he deny Piers a chance to save him? He certainly didn’t want to leave him. And so he was torn, and it showed on his face.

[infected-sniper]

Piers stuffed his scarf into his pocket as he kept walking closer to him. “It’s okay. I trust you,” he said with a little smile before biting his bottom lip. “I know you won’t take too much,” he said, his voice being barely a murmur as he approached the hurt vampire. 

“Relax, Chris. This is what I want. I’d much rather jog at half speed and feel somewhat dizzy than leave you here, knowing that I could’ve saved you,” he said before offering the older man a slight smile. “Besides, you’re strong enough to carry me if I faint, whereas if you faint, I can merely drag you to some alley where we’re both bound to get killed.”

[ask-infected-chrisarchived]

Chris finally moved to close the gap, pulling him close and bending his head so it was nuzzled into his neck. “I don’t know how you put up with me while I’m like this.” He said softly. He had a remarkable amount of control to be able to stand there with out draining Piers of his blood now that he was that close.

“You’re stronger than that, stronger than me even.” He smiled slightly, nuzzling the skin of his neck a little. “I don’t know anyone else that’ll approach a blood-starved vampire at the same time that they offer themselves up to it.” Because he didn’t. Asnd yet, here Piers was, in his arms. What had he done in his previous life to deserve this?

[infected-sniper]

Piers wrapped his arms tightly around Chris, clutching the back of his jacket as if he would’ve been afraid of drowning. “How could I not ‘put up with you’ though? I love you,” he said, his heart rate climbing steadily as he leaned his forehead against Chris’ shoulder.

With a little smile, Piers shook his head. “Impossible,” he said, shivering a bit at the touch. “Not just any vampire though; you. When are you going to understand that there’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you?” he asked with a tiny frown before kissing Chris’ clad shoulder. When he had been younger, the mere idea of risking his life to save someone else’s felt absolutely absurd, yet there he now was. Offering his bare neck to the man he could’ve called the love of his life.

“Do it, Chris.”

[ask-infected-chrisarchived]

[ask-infected-chrisarchived]

Chris shrugged a little. “You don’t need to, yanno. I’m fine doing it.” He chuckled a little. “I will take you up on the offer of using your shower though. I like to go on walks when I don’t have anything to do.” He admitted, watching Piers for a moment before realizing he was keeping him from taking a shower.

“I would. You underestimate how good you look.“ He said before turning to go stopping when Piers took his hand. He was still blushing but turned to look at him, catching the smile and smiling a little himself. “From anyone else, yeah. From you, not at all. In what capacity would I be staying though?”

[infected-sniper]

Piers shook his head. “I insist,” he said with an one sided little grin, nodding at the older man’s words. “Good. I hope I get to see you often then. We have a lot of time to make up for,” he said, still holding the clothes against his chest. “If you want to, I could join you for a walk sometime,” he suggested as he moved to the doorway that led to the bathroom.

“Not all that good in my eyes, you know,” he mumbled before leaning against the doorframe to appear less nervous. “Where would you be comfortable staying at?” he asked as he walked in to put the clothes down for a bit, his heart racing against his ribs. “Because… I dunno, if it doesn’t weird you out you could…” he shrugged, his face turning pink. “You know, join me? Or is that too bold? I mean, we’ve showered together at BSAA’s public shower too.”

[ask-infected-chrisarchived]

“I… shouldn’t.”

Your muse is a vampire but incredibly thirsty after sustaining a injury, My muse is a human. send “Here, Drink” for my muse to offer you their wrist/neck for them to drink, to heal.

Or send, “I…shouldn’t.” for this to be the opposite around; My muse is the vampire and your muse is the human offering.

Chris watched Piers hungrily, though he was forcing himself still. If not…He didn’t need to think about that. “Then don’t. Leave, now, before I lose what little control I have over myself.” He said as softly as he could but so that the human could hear him. He didn’t trust himself enough to stop, with how injured he’d become. He loved Piers too much to even want to try. So he lied instead. “I’ll find something else to drink so that I can heal. Just go, before anymore come.”

[infected-sniper]

Piers shook his head with a stubborn frown on his face. “No, Chris. We need to stick together and help each other out,” he said, or more like hissed, to the older man before starting to take off his scarf. “You can’t guarantee that you’ll be able to find someone else to drink from, and even if you could, what am I going to do? I can’t just run away without you! I refuse to!” he said in a low, yet upset tone as he started to approach Chris.

“This is the only way we can have a flying chance of getting out of here alive,” he said, his voice now a bit softer. “Please, Chris. I don’t want to lose you. Not now. Not like this.”

[ask-infected-chrisarchived]

Watching Piers still, he couldn’t help but love him all the more. How could Piers trust him so much when he didn’t trust himself? “I…I don’t trust myself, Piers. What if I take too much? I can’t lose you either.” He said in a strained voice, staying where he was. As much as he wanted to, if he moved, he might pounce. Delicacy was needed when it came to his urges, especially when hurt so badly. But how could he deny Piers a chance to save him? He certainly didn’t want to leave him. And so he was torn, and it showed on his face.

[infected-sniper]

Piers stuffed his scarf into his pocket as he kept walking closer to him. “It’s okay. I trust you,” he said with a little smile before biting his bottom lip. “I know you won’t take too much,” he said, his voice being barely a murmur as he approached the hurt vampire. 

“Relax, Chris. This is what I want. I’d much rather jog at half speed and feel somewhat dizzy than leave you here, knowing that I could’ve saved you,” he said before offering the older man a slight smile. “Besides, you’re strong enough to carry me if I faint, whereas if you faint, I can merely drag you to some alley where we’re both bound to get killed.”

[ask-infected-chrisarchived]

[ask-infected-chrisarchived]

Chris snorted quietly, shaking his head a little. He perked up at the invitation, grinning. “I will gladly go over.” He took another drink, enjoying the water. Having Piers here in his house was still…Very surprising, to say the least. He watched him for a moment before realizing he was being talked to.

“Oh, its no problem, really. I mean, my clothes might be a bit big on you, but otherwise its alright.” He chuckled a little, closing and setting down his water. He started towards his bed room, to get him the spare clothes and a towel. “Its silly that you should think it would be an inconvenience to me.” He pointed out, amused.

[infected-sniper]

Piers was more than glad that Chris didn’t reject his invite. Of course he didn’t have any reason to do that, but… he was still rather nervous. It was Chris he was talking to after all. He was bound to get a tiny bit flustered with him.

“I just thought that since I’m gonna use a lot of hot water and cause you laundry you’d rather just shove me a towel so that I could wash off my face,” he admitted, the apples of his cheeks turning faint pink once again. “But if you’re sure you won’t mind it…” he left the rest of the sentence hanging in the air as he followed Chris to his bedroom. 

“I just realized that this’ll be the first time in ages you’ll see me with my hair down,” he pointed out with a little chuckle, brushing off any remains of embarrassment. “I’m gonna look like an average jockey.”

[ask-infected-chrisarchived]

Chris snorted quietly. “Really, I’m fine with it.” He said, walking into his bedroom. There was only one bouquet of flowers in there and it was rather plain and bare. He didn’t spend much time there, outside of sleeping. “If we’re now a thing, I’m going to have to get used to more laundry and more hot water being used up.” He said as he dug around in his drawers, briefly looking up to give him a look that said he meant it before he went back to what he was doing. He pulled out what he needed before handing them to Piers.

“I’m sure you’ll look just as good as you normally do, or better even.” Chris said, grinning. “Bathroom’s over here.” He said, opening one of the two other doors in the room. “There’s a spare towel on the rack right there.” He pointed it out to him. “As I’m sure you don’t need my help, I’ll wait for you in the living room.” He colored at the thoughts being sent to him from Scaly, trying, unsuccessfully, to push them away. He wanted to take this slow, damn infection!

[infected-sniper]

Piers looked around a bit in Chris’ bedroom before returning his gaze to him, a small smile appearing on his lips as he nodded. “I’ll help you with the laundry, that’s a promise,” he said as he straightened his back slightly. “And in return you can use my shower as much as you ever need to,” he continued before forcing himself to relax a bit. When Chris handed him the clothes he nodded and thanked him softly, his heart doing a weird little flip as he pressed the clothes against his chest to carry them without having to keep his arms extended.

“I wouldn’t put my money on it,” he said with a quiet laugh as he peeked into the bathroom to locate the towels Chris had mentioned. Something in his head told him to take Chris’ hand before he could go, and before Piers himself could react to it, he had done so. Confused by his own actions, Piers let go of his former captain before giving him a little smile. “I...” he started before letting out an embarrassed little chuckle. “Would it be weird if I asked you to stay?” Of course it would. 

[ask-infected-chrisarchived]

“I… shouldn’t.”

Your muse is a vampire but incredibly thirsty after sustaining a injury, My muse is a human. send “Here, Drink” for my muse to offer you their wrist/neck for them to drink, to heal.

Or send, “I…shouldn’t.” for this to be the opposite around; My muse is the vampire and your muse is the human offering.

Chris watched Piers hungrily, though he was forcing himself still. If not…He didn’t need to think about that. “Then don’t. Leave, now, before I lose what little control I have over myself.” He said as softly as he could but so that the human could hear him. He didn’t trust himself enough to stop, with how injured he’d become. He loved Piers too much to even want to try. So he lied instead. “I’ll find something else to drink so that I can heal. Just go, before anymore come.”

[infected-sniper]

Piers shook his head with a stubborn frown on his face. “No, Chris. We need to stick together and help each other out,” he said, or more like hissed, to the older man before starting to take off his scarf. “You can’t guarantee that you’ll be able to find someone else to drink from, and even if you could, what am I going to do? I can’t just run away without you! I refuse to!” he said in a low, yet upset tone as he started to approach Chris.

“This is the only way we can have a flying chance of getting out of here alive,” he said, his voice now a bit softer. “Please, Chris. I don’t want to lose you. Not now. Not like this.”

[ask-infected-chrisarchived]

[ask-infected-chrisarchived]

Chris snorted quietly, shaking his head a little. He perked up at the invitation, grinning. “I will gladly go over.” He took another drink, enjoying the water. Having Piers here in his house was still…Very surprising, to say the least. He watched him for a moment before realizing he was being talked to.

“Oh, its no problem, really. I mean, my clothes might be a bit big on you, but otherwise its alright.” He chuckled a little, closing and setting down his water. He started towards his bed room, to get him the spare clothes and a towel. “Its silly that you should think it would be an inconvenience to me.” He pointed out, amused.

[infected-sniper]

Piers was more than glad that Chris didn’t reject his invite. Of course he didn’t have any reason to do that, but... he was still rather nervous. It was Chris he was talking to after all. He was bound to get a tiny bit flustered with him.

“I just thought that since I’m gonna use a lot of hot water and cause you laundry you’d rather just shove me a towel so that I could wash off my face,” he admitted, the apples of his cheeks turning faint pink once again. “But if you’re sure you won’t mind it...” he left the rest of the sentence hanging in the air as he followed Chris to his bedroom. 

“I just realized that this’ll be the first time in ages you’ll see me with my hair down,” he pointed out with a little chuckle, brushing off any remains of embarrassment. “I’m gonna look like an average jockey.”

[leonsasskennedy]

Infected-Sniper is in your vicinity

Coffee shops seemed to be the crossroads where you’d bump into people you’d long forgotten or hadn’t seen in what felt like a lifetime. Normally Leon found himself waving at the people that he met on the day to day, but someone caught his attention and had him back peddling to check he had seen who he’d thought he’d seen.

“Piers?” He couldn’t quite believe it, but at the same time he did. “Piers Nivans, Chris’ partner?”

[infected-sniper]

Piers had barely made it to the line when he heard a familiar male voice calling his name in a surprised sounding tone. When he looked around to locate the source of it, his eyes met with Leon’s.

“Yes, sir,” he said as he tried to wipe his own surprise and confusion off his face. “Leon Kennedy, right?” he asked with a social little smile before stepping out of the line; his coffee could wait a little bit longer. 

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“Good. You can leave with an armful of them then. I have way too much, if you didn’t notice.” He wasn’t too surprised that Piers had decorated that way. “That is totally an invitation. I don’t like being alone either.” He did like going for walks though. He’d have to tell Piers about that. Oh. Maybe he could show him the place where he got the flowers in the first place. That had him excited.

Once in the kitchen, he opened his fridge and bent over to try and decide what to drink. Retrieving a bottle of water, he stood back up and turned to face Piers. “Do you wanna take a shower to take it off? I can lend you some clothes and a towel.” He offered, taking a drink out of the bottle. “I wouldn’t mind too much.”

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Piers gave Chris a little smile before nodding. “I barely noticed it, Captain,” he said as he looked around again with a little smile before returning his gaze to his former captain. “In that case, let this be my invitation for you too; you’re always welcome to my home too,” he said as he followed Chris with his eyes.

When Chris bent over, Piers crossed his arms over his chest and lowered his gaze order not to stare at him, or his ass. He was a polite young man after all. As the topic turned to shower, Piers looked back up with a little glimmer in his eyes. “I’d like that,” he said with a little smile before shifting his weight from one leg to another. “As long as it won’t be a huge inconvenience to you, of course.”

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“I do.” He said softly, smiling. He was still red from the picture Scaly had sent. It was true though. He did understand it, a lot more than anyone else. And that thought made him…Happy, he was sure it was. “I will, but I’m sure I won’t. Not when it comes to anything you do.” He said, letting him test it out. He’d try later, when less flustered.

Soon enough, he was at the door to his little house and pulling his keys from his pocket with his free hand. “Well, here we are.” In the little yard out front was a small garden against the wall of the house, full of soft pink flowers that looked almost burnt. They were clearly carefully tended and well cared for.

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“We’ll see about that,” Piers said with a challenging little smirk before shaking his head. “Joking. If you say you won’t get annoyed or bored of it, I believe you,” he said before continuing; “Our mutual trust was one of the reasons why we were so invincible on the field.”

Piers looked around a bit, his expression softening slightly. “Looks really cozy,” he said as he let go of Chris’ hand to allow him open the door. “Reminds me of my parents’ house in a good way.”

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Chris nodded, chuckling. “It was. And still is. Besides Leon, who got me the place, you’re the first person to see my new home. Though, Leon hasn’t seen the flowers.” He admitted, a little embarrassed. Both hands free, he quickly unlocks the door. “Really now? In what good way?” He asked, genuinely curious. The inside is fairly bear bare, little knick knacks here and there to show that someone lived there, besides the flowers. Chris had developed a liking of flowers and it showed with how many varieties there were. “Welcome to my humble abode.” He said, stepping in and to the side so Piers could follow him in.

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Piers looked around as curiously as before. “Leon got you this?” he asked with a surprised look on his face before giving Chris a little smile. “I’m sure he’ll like them as much as I do,” he said softly. In a way those flowers were a reminder that the life still went on and that despite everything ugly they had witnessed, there were still beautiful things in the world.

“I don’t know. It has the same feel to it. Safe and homey,” he said with a little chuckle. It was somewhat expectable for Chris to have a homey home though. At least to Piers he seemed just the type. “Thank you,” he said as he followed Chris inside. “I think I already like this place,” he said as he started to take off his scarf and jacket. 

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Chris nodded, closing the door behind him. “I guess that’s good to hear. I’m just glad you like them. You can take some back with you, if you want. Or a bunch.” He said, watching him with a smile. “That’s good, because I do want you to come back.” He smiled a little more. Having Piers in his home now made it feel…much more homey to Chris.

“I’m glad you like it. Once you’ve descarfed, I’ll show you to the bathroom, so you can wash up if you want to.” Chris said, moving through the living room and into the kitchen. “I’ll be in the kitchen getting something to drink.”

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Piers raised his shoulders with a little smile before biting his lip. “I’d like that, yeah. My home could definitely use something pretty and natural, because at the moment the only decorations that I have are sniper related,” he said with an embarrassed little chuckle. “I even have an antimaterial-rifle replica on my living room wall,” he admitted before nodding eagerly at Chris’ words. “Is that an invitation for the future? ‘Cause if it is you’re gonna be seeing me often,” he said with a quiet chuckle. “I don’t like being alone.”

Piers rolled up his scarf before hiding it into his coat’s sleeve. “I’m scarfless~” he called before following Chris through the living room. “I’d love to get this stuff off my face ‘cause my skin needs to breathe.” At first he was going to ask if Chris could lend him some spare clothes and a towel so that Piers could grab a shower, but in the end he didn’t want to bother Chris too much. 

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“I do.” He said softly, smiling. He was still red from the picture Scaly had sent. It was true though. He did understand it, a lot more than anyone else. And that thought made him…Happy, he was sure it was. “I will, but I’m sure I won’t. Not when it comes to anything you do.” He said, letting him test it out. He’d try later, when less flustered.

Soon enough, he was at the door to his little house and pulling his keys from his pocket with his free hand. “Well, here we are.” In the little yard out front was a small garden against the wall of the house, full of soft pink flowers that looked almost burnt. They were clearly carefully tended and well cared for.

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“We’ll see about that,” Piers said with a challenging little smirk before shaking his head. “Joking. If you say you won’t get annoyed or bored of it, I believe you,” he said before continuing; “Our mutual trust was one of the reasons why we were so invincible on the field.”

Piers looked around a bit, his expression softening slightly. “Looks really cozy,” he said as he let go of Chris’ hand to allow him open the door. “Reminds me of my parents’ house in a good way.”

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Chris nodded, chuckling. “It was. And still is. Besides Leon, who got me the place, you’re the first person to see my new home. Though, Leon hasn’t seen the flowers.” He admitted, a little embarrassed. Both hands free, he quickly unlocks the door. “Really now? In what good way?” He asked, genuinely curious. The inside is fairly bear bare, little knick knacks here and there to show that someone lived there, besides the flowers. Chris had developed a liking of flowers and it showed with how many varieties there were. “Welcome to my humble abode.” He said, stepping in and to the side so Piers could follow him in.

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Piers looked around as curiously as before. “Leon got you this?” he asked with a surprised look on his face before giving Chris a little smile. “I’m sure he’ll like them as much as I do,” he said softly. In a way those flowers were a reminder that the life still went on and that despite everything ugly they had witnessed, there were still beautiful things in the world.

“I don’t know. It has the same feel to it. Safe and homey,” he said with a little chuckle. It was somewhat expectable for Chris to have a homey home though. At least to Piers he seemed just the type. “Thank you,” he said as he followed Chris inside. “I think I already like this place,” he said as he started to take off his scarf and jacket.