#bulletgraze.

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can we just be honest with each other, here?

answered source : lost. @bulletgraze !

dark optics settle , ada would remark that it not the timing for small tallk ( for them it never tends to be when one or another thing is on the line ) but that not currently the case ; midnight strands basked in evening glow & the lingering scent of rose scented perfume fill the small space. the mercenary appears like a phantom haunting and reminding of it constant presence , corporeal enough for the eye to recognize yet gone before she lingers longer then neccesary. Leon doesn't ask why she's here at first ; by now it understandable that the mercenary weaves around & spins any questions too close to the barriers she had built from ground up.

he hovers , ada see's the eyes & know's where his gaze settles. propping herself off from where she comfortably taken place in the kitchen twisting her side where the RCS bites itself into the skin . Deaths touch traces in bleak trails , ironic in every sense. ( * it a small place ; a personal one. one she has seen before. ) can we just be honest with each other, here ? honesty is a foreign word to the operative even now ; in all sense they could be when it just them. " it depends what you ask me. " how was she ? or the hanging question in the air when she's aware of the leads he & Sherry are tracking.

[perativered]

keep your promise for once.

answered from beyond salvation ( part one. ) @bulletgraze !

the echo of the rush hour as they chat fade to the background . they had their talk ; yet leon still finds way to amuse her further ( * the silence that echoes after is shortlived by his next words ) her brow shifts slightly , her cranium tips away from the view of those that pass to the side which gaze is met. his features hardened over the years by the fight of survival & lost. " I made quite a few over the time. " many still not resolved and the current one ; an update after he had found the suprise Ada had hidden in the bear. musing before that she didnt pick him out to be the sentimental type and keep it.

ada shifts slightly forearms crossed over oak , his focus stays on her ( * a moth to a flame ever the observant as much as she is. ) " it been taken care of ; disposed of. " the chopper had taken her to the desired location & she could only imagine the mild agitation masked as indifference Wesker faced at the dent in his grand plan. a part of her knowing to account that it must have been something he had factored in / when Ada didn't always follow the script of instructions by heart. " I doubt you're here just for the update though. "

an edge to a tone that hard to read , it was something the mercenary could have easily sent through a message ( * did you just want to see me again ? ) the question hovers in the back of her mind & maybe in any other case she would have voiced it out but ada much more curious to what his answer would be then her assumptions of it.