#askinfectedchris

[captain-forgetful]

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Jake chuckled a little but nodded. “Yeah, he was. From what I heard, it was much the same thing that happened. The only difference was who got shook up.” He put his hands in his pocket before gesturing to the couch. “Take a seat. Don’t let me keep you standing.” He said, taking a seat himself. “But yeah, puppy was the one to survive. He then proceeded to over work himself, the idiot.”

     With a soft sigh, Chris sat down onto the couch. He was going to tell Jake that he was perfectly fine like that, but being the polite man he was, he decided to do as asked. “That happened to me too,” he admitted with a soft huff. He was not going to mention his problems with alcohol, appetite or anything else for the matter — even though he and Jake were in somewhat friendly terms he still didn’t think they were even nearly close enough for him to tell such private information to him.

     “Anyway, change of subject; what about Sherry? Are you two still talking?”

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[red-and-black-paladin]

“How long have you been doing this to yourself?” (Keith, cause why not :'D)

Growls as the other male approached him. “Since I got here.” His hands bloody from training so much, he looked down at them with a scowl. He was angry with himself and it came out as over training, or overworking himself to a point his body fell apart. “Why does it matter to you?” 

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Scaly hadn't meant to be himself but, here he was in the other Chris' backyard, knocking on his door. It was rather cramped, but he didn't exactly want to be found out by anyone else. He did his best to avoid plants and things, grumbling quietly about stupid humans and their fragility, as he looked in the windows, wondering where the other human was.

      As guessed, it took some time from Chris to open the door — he had been doing some paper work after requesting new weapons for his team since the older ones were rather outdated — and when he did he nearly fell on his ass. 

      It wasn’t that he would’ve been particularly clumsy or anything, he just… wasn’t expecting it. A huge B.O.W. knocking on his back door like it would’ve been one of his neighbors or an embarrassed friend.

      “Holy—” he breathed, fumbling with his holster before pulling out his Samurai Edge to point at the creature. How had it even found its way to his door? Did someone send it there?

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       ❦ - Changing clothes facing away, showing off their back

      Spilling coffee sucked. Majorly. Even if the coffee was tepid and all that. It stained clothes and smelled bad when it dried. So, to avoid all of this nastiness, Chris offered his twin some spare clothes that he could use while he washed the ones he had stained. 

      Without any hesitation, his twin had simply turned his back at him to start taking off his coffee smelling clothes, leaving the other man staring at the back with his mouth agape. Of course neither of them had any reason to shy around each other — they were the same man after all. Still. Chris was in a bit of an awe of the quick actions.

      Even more so of the well sculpted, muscular and partially heavily scarred back. He could’ve never ever guessed that he looked that good from behind. The way his strong, well trained and thick muscles moved under the well toned skin and the way his back arched was almost artistic to the point where he barely really even noticed the marks of a rough life. To put it simply, his twin was gorgeous, no matter how egoistic it may have sounded.

      Of course he wasn’t supposed to stare at the other man like that, it had just sort of happened. It all went down so quickly that it took him a moment to register the adoring look on his face, as well as the fact that his eyes were still riveted on his counterpart’s well formed back. Before his roughed up twin could turn to face him again, Chris spun around on his heels to turn his back at him to give him at least a tiny bit of privacy.

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He watched his twin, looking a little dejected now that he’d admitted he wanted advice. He snorted quietly. “I guess I do. I didn’t think I’d get lucky and that you would be home.” He admitted, resting his elbow on the table and his head on his hand. “And all of that sounds good, but I’ll settle with just coffee right now.”

He groaned quietly as he thought about what had brought him there. “I came here because…I might have kissed someone and when I pulled away, the first thing they did was ask why. They didn’t reject me, but they didn’t accept it.”

      Chris glanced at his twin with a soft smile before carrying the mug to the table. “To be honest I’m glad you got lucky,” he said as he placed the mug down before going to grab the milk from the fridge — the sugar bowl was still on the table. “Sounds good to me, especially since I don’t have any ice cream at home at the moment,” he said with a chortle before grabbing his own mug and sitting down across his counterpart.

      “Ah. Well, that’s tricky. You clearly feel rejected, even though they didn’t push you away,” he said before sipping his coffee. “What’s your relationship with that person, if you don’t mind me asking?” he wasn’t going to ask about the other person. Who his twin kissed or didn’t kiss was none of his business, unless the other decided to make it that way. 

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He grimaced, hating the fact that his own words were being used against him. “That was before I got injured.” He pointed out, staying where he was as his twin got closer. Knowing him as well as he did, he figured he’d not let this go so easily. “Fine. But let me know if its too much.” And while he was agreeing to it, the still didn’t like it one bit.

      “Yeah, that was when I got injured and tried to make you leave me behind,” he pointed out with a little chuckle. Of course there was nothing to laugh about in that situation, but that didn’t stop the little laugh sounding sound.

      Scoffing a bit at the other’s words Chris moved closer. “I will, don’t worry. I’ll hit your back and wrench you off me if that’s what it takes,” he said with a little nod of reassurance. “By the way; I hope you don’t have anything against feeding off of my neck,” he said with an arched eyebrow. He would’ve told his twin to feed on his arm, but since that could’ve made it harder for him to shoot with guns, he decided against it, especially since it would’ve affected him for days, and they still needed his shooting skills that day. 

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Chris knocks on his twins door, sulking a little now. He didn't know what to do about the whole Wesker thing and he needed someone to talk to. Who better than himself? -ask-infected-chris

      Chris was drinking a big cup of coffee and reading a sci-fi novel while listening to some slow tempo jazz when he heard the knocking. Surprised by the visitor, he almost breathed in the coffee he was about to swallow, causing him a bit of a coughing fit as he got up. Cursing at his sucky luck, he went to open the door with a slightly baffled look on his face.

      “Oh, hey there. C’mon in,” he said before sipping at his coffee again. “Do you want some coffee?”