Wesker Simp.

Silly little incorrect quotes with my au of res evil probably.

[weskers-master]

Just got given college homework of watching 4 films and talking about them. This is gonna be fun.

[weskers-master]

it was not fun.

[weskers-master]

I JUST MANAGED TO GET BACK IN THIS ACCOUNT ONG

[weskersluv]

hehehe Pinterest…

[madamewesker]

Haha. Pinterest just gets us?

[weskers-master]

Blessings be to the ice tea guys at Salford who gave me a free lemon iced tea.

[weskers-master]

Throw back to when I thought the person that pucks me up from college arrived to get me but they didn't and it was just a random person that had the same car. I fucking opened the door.

To someone else's car.

[libertastandem]

I want to have sex with him, I fear.

[weskers-master]

Chris: can you leave? Your murderous aura is really killing my groove.

Wesker:

[weskers-master]

Wesker: Watch in amazement as I flawlessly switch from emotionally detached to emotionally overwhelmed and unstable in a mere 0.72 seconds.

[weskers-master]

Chris: Can you keep a secret?

Wesker: Do you know anything about my life?

Chris: No I do not.Good point.

[weskers-master]

Wesker: all I ask is the you get to know me on an intimate level while I resist and obstruct you from doing so.

Chris:

Wesker: IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!

[weskers-master]

Wesker: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume?

Chris: *chugs entire bottle*

Chris: It’s perfume.

[weskers-master]

Wesker flirting: so, what’s your favourite debilitating disease?

Chris:… try again

[weskers-master]

Chris: You saved me. I owe you my life.

Wesker: No thanks. I’ve seen it and I’m not very impressed.

[weskers-master]

Wesker: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?

Chris: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially

Wesker, desperately, as Chris bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Chris: Oh! B positive.

Wesker: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE

CHRIS!

[weskers-master]

Wesker, talking to Chris on the phone: Did you preheat the oven like I told you to?

Chris: You bet!

Wesker: At what temperature?

Chris: 535.

Wesker: That's the clock.

Chris:

Wesker:

Chris: 536.

[weskers-master]

Chris: what’s the height of stupidity?

Wesker: how tall are you?

[lady-crimson-nosferatu]