Chris is on the way. To go ruin Leon’s day. Let’s go make him cry. 🎶

@captainredfield.bsky.social.

⠀ᴹᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗᵒ╱ 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈@veilofmortality.bsky.social · 4d ago

So I sit and wait like an abandoned dog waiting for its owner. Impatient 、restless and forever waiting.

||Agreed. I never made a Chris account on Twitter because I prefer peace. I never cared for having an audience. So this site is perfect.

“You seriously believe I’d want a frail twig?”

𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑺. 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫𝒀 .ᐟ@govthound.bsky.social · 2w ago

“You have many other ways to tell me you want me blonder.”

Too late. Chris is NEVER gonna let that down. “Leon Wesker? I never knew he had it in him.”

𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑺. 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫𝒀 .ᐟ@govthound.bsky.social · 2w ago

“I’m never saying this man’s name again like this. Please shoot me next time I sound like fucking Wesker.”

“That’s a strange way of begging for a headlock.”

𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑺. 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫𝒀 .ᐟ@govthound.bsky.social · 2w ago

“No thanks, I’m already following your meal plan.”

“Eat shit.”

𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑺. 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫𝒀 .ᐟ@govthound.bsky.social · 2w ago

“Let me live a little, teddy bear.”

“Responsibly, my ass.”

“Anyone wanna place their bets on the number of whiskey Leon’s gonna drink?”

Don’t mind Chris. He’s sending karma to resolutehero.bsky.social with dad jokes. “You know the guy who stole my journal? He died. . . My thoughts are with his family.”

“Give me a break. Since when were alias mandatory?”

𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑺. 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫𝒀 .ᐟ@govthound.bsky.social · 2w ago

“I still need to give you a proper alias.”

"Didn't realize I had such a big fan. How about an autograph?" Leon S. Kennedy MDNI | 35+ #residentevilrp #RERP

“Neither.”

𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑺. 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫𝒀 .ᐟ@govthound.bsky.social · 3w ago

"Plushie or bear? You have to be more specific."

@dj-dylan.bsky.social Knock, knock. . . . Knock , knock, knock. . . 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗠! Dylan’s bedroom door slammed against the wall after Chris rammed his arm into it. Paying no mind to the dazed ‘Chris’ sitting against the wall. “Wakey, wakey, pissant. Your training starts now.”

“Wise words.”

— 𝔸𝖉𝖆 𝕎𝖔𝖓𝖌 —@invivanatura.bsky.social · last mo.

“Oh, you shouldn't bother yourself with that, your pretty head should be occupied with more interesting matters at hand.”

He cocked a brow from the look on his face. Why was he so flushed? “You alright? I know there’s mild heat here so you can go drink some water and sit somewhere.”

𝑫𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏.@dj-dylan.bsky.social · last mo.

"It's not something I really talk about around here. I kinda just keep it at home, you know?" He fully faced Chris now, his cheeks still a bit flushed from before.

“No shit. I’m glad you read my mind.” One hundred fifty sit ups was met. He rose his hands up to grab on the bar and return to hanging right side up. Landing on his feet after letting go of the bar.

𝑫𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏.@dj-dylan.bsky.social · last mo.

"After the summer, yeah. Actually, I'm majoring in, ah, quantum physics..." He'd mention, chuckling breathlessly to himself. "I know I don't seem like the type."

“Nothing wrong with that. It’s your choice.” He briefly looked at his body then returned to sit ups. “You don’t appear overweight anyway. Shouldn’t school be your focus? College, maybe?”

𝑫𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏.@dj-dylan.bsky.social · last mo.

"Oh, yeah, cool..." He glanced towards him and then away again. "I, uhh... I like to workout sometimes too. I mean, I'm not much of a gym rat, but you know... for health and... stuff."

“Whenever the day opportune it.” He said breathily between sit ups. His shirt lose and dangling. Exposing his torso in his position, but it’s not like he’s Isaac Newton.

𝑫𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏.@dj-dylan.bsky.social · last mo.

Awkwardly, he rose a hand up to rub the back of his neck and turned away, his cheeks dusted pink. "So, uh... how often do you come here?" He cleared his throat.

“Jesus fucking Christ. . .” Did Dylan actually say that last statement to a man who even has authority above cops. He shook his head then jumped to grabbed onto the bar. Then rose his legs up to hang on the sturdy bar until he was —

𝑫𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏.@dj-dylan.bsky.social · last mo.

"What, you don't want to save a damsel in distress?" He grinned, watching Chris. "Not that I'm much of the damsel in distress type. I'm sure I could charm a cop or two."

“Well, I don’t know how this undiscovered knowledge will benefit you.”

— 𝔸𝖉𝖆 𝕎𝖔𝖓𝖌 —@invivanatura.bsky.social · last mo.

“What can I say? I’m a curious woman, and you seem to be a trove of previously undiscovered knowledge.”

Dylan had good hearing, but Chris didn’t express the slightest remorse for the words. Now the two was in a spot in the gym where there was more wide open space. He went to one of the pull up bars and looked up to determine the height. “Good. Cause I’m not getting you out jail for that.”

𝑫𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏.@dj-dylan.bsky.social · last mo.

"Okay, I'm not 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 clueless, thank you." Dylan shook his head, sighing softly. "I'm pretty sure most people would get an easy restraining order in that case."

“Do I have to make a mention of good timing when that should be common sense?” He groaned softly then muttered ‘clueless kid’. “It’s not like I’m telling you to tell someone directly a day after meeting ‘em ‘𝙃𝙚𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙄 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪?’”

𝑫𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏.@dj-dylan.bsky.social · last mo.

"So you'd like it if that person just walked right up and said, 'Hey, let's go out on a date tonight. Pick you up at eight'? No flirting whatsoever?" He raised a brow, following behind Chris.

“Simple. Cut to the chase. Be honest about your feelings to this person. Ask them out. It’ll show you’re not playing games.” He turned his back to him and headed to the next area. “Or whatever people your age do these days.”

𝑫𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏.@dj-dylan.bsky.social · last mo.

"True." He nodded slightly, hesitating a moment before continuing. "...What works for you..? If you don't mind me asking."

He shrugged. “You wanna find out that badly?”

— 𝔸𝖉𝖆 𝕎𝖔𝖓𝖌 —@invivanatura.bsky.social · last mo.

The woman snorted—clearly, she did it to hide her amusement: she could not afford to let him know that she appreciated his sense of humor... openly. “I wonder what else can be categorized as that.”

Chris simply shrugged then stood up and returned the dumbbells back where they belong. “Everyone’s unique. What works for one may not work for the other. Smooth talker or not.”

𝑫𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏.@dj-dylan.bsky.social · last mo.

"He's a bit hard to read sometimes. I'm not so sure he even realizes when I'm making a move." Dylan admitted with a slight grin on his face. "Maybe I'm just not as smooth as I thought."

“You said it yourself. Shoot your shot. You wouldn’t know how he really feels about you until you try.” Chris place the dumbbells on the floor. Taking a deep breath as he sat up. “Besides, you’re still young. Even if he rejected you, there’ll be others who may see you differently.”

𝑫𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏.@dj-dylan.bsky.social · last mo.

"They do say near death experiences bring you closer." Dylan pointed out, looking up in thought. "There is this guy I'm kind of into at camp. He's the brooding loner type. I'm not so sure the feeling's mutual, though."

Fortunately, Chris’ eyes were more focused on his exercise than Dylan’s covetous stare. He attempted to recall any successions. “Hmm. Maybe one during my early thirties. But that was after escaping a near death situation.”

𝑫𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏.@dj-dylan.bsky.social · last mo.

"I'm sure at least one succeeded, though, right?" Dylan was certainly eyeing the man now. However, he did attempt to avert his gaze when the realization hit that he was staring a little too hard.

“Not really. Most of their flirts pissed me off. Especially the most cliche ones.” Now those words sounded a little breathy after reaching sixty. Some sweat appear on his shirt.

𝑫𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏.@dj-dylan.bsky.social · last mo.

"Heh, I'm sure I'm not." He chuckled a bit, glancing down. "You probably have a ton of people lining up at your door for a hot date, huh?"

“You don’t have to be military to stay fit. As for the bear thing, you wouldn’t be the first to call me that.” His breath was long and steady as he continued lifting the weights. Twenty-five, so far. And he had yet to sweat.

𝑫𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏.@dj-dylan.bsky.social · last mo.

"Have you seen yourself? You're like the human version of a bear." He rose his brows, keeping his gaze on him.