Tap. Tap. Tap. Taptaptaptap—
"Chris, please refrain from making such obnoxious noises."
"Sorry, Captain."
Wesker glanced up from his computer screen to stare Chris down, who happened to find much entertainment in beating his pen against the desk. "And help me with this mail." He gestured to the heap of letters, junk, business, and personals alike. An audible sigh could be heard. "Chris…Do you know that I decided not to kill you? That decision might change." At these words, the younger of the two hastily grabbed a handful of letters, shooting Wesker the vilest look he could muster. Wesker retaliated with a smirk.
A few silent moments passed before someone cleared his throat. "Er…Wesker?"
"…What is it." His face, sunglasses included, turned up to blind Chris with reflected lamplight.
"Well, uh. There's a letter requesting that we do a Q&A. Kinda like an interview or something, though I doubt anyone wants to know about you." He chuckled quietly, earning a stern frown from Wesker.
"I suppose that won't do much harm. I'm sure they'll just ask about how your arms compensate for whatever you have down there," Wesker sneered at Chris. He, in turn, shot up from his chair and grabbed for his belt, fuming.
"Oh yeah? Why don't I show you now?"
"Now, now, Chris, I'm sure you'd love to get into my pants, but those days are long past."
Chris sat back down.
And awkward moment of silence passed before Wesker decided to break it. "Alright, then. We can wait for the questions." He adjusted his sunglasses smugly and leaned back.
"Hmph."
AN: Hey, guys. First time writer, here :)
I noticed that a certain author from a while back did something like this, but sadly ceased to update. So, as a newb to the Fanfiction society, I decided to carry on the question fest! Leave a question, comment, or suggestion in a review; don't be shy!